As my boys get older, I am teaching them my love of wild foraging. It goes with our mindset on urban homesteading.
This lovely lake sits in the middle of town and with our rail to trail, we can walk out our yard and to it. When the clouds lift, the view of Mount Rainier is amazing. It’s also mostly undeveloped due to much of it being a city park.
I fell in love with living on a trail for reasons a normal suburbanite might not…..
Thimbleberries ripened this week in the open forest along the lake.
Red Huckleberries are a tiny snack, that my middle son lives for.
Rose hips are a great find this time of year in sunny areas. They are a potent source of Vitamin C.
The little one seeked shade and ate from the lower canes happily as I picked.
It didn’t quite stick with my oldest son, he is that odd man out who doesn’t like berries, but the youngest two boys are quite happy to set off on the trail and go searching.
One can’t complain too loudly when they can walk to a private patch of blackberries, nearly endlessly, far from roads, yet no far down the trail.
We carry easter baskets with handles to pick, and enjoy the afternoon wandering in the canes. Sometimes I even see our bees (honeybees roam up to 3 miles or so from their hives). That always makes me smile, to see our girls pollinating. I’m picky: I put the big juicy ones in one bucket for seedless jam and syrup. (Recipe coming soon on Sarah’s blog, seedless jam was made last night and canned.)
The small firm ones I save for canned blackberries (this way they stay together during processing).
When I pick berries for jam, I often freeze them to accumulate, till I have enough. A quick thaw, and I am off to make it. I often freeze red huckleberries as well, for sprinkling on oatmeal in winter.