When I was younger, my mom would dress us in jeans and long sleeved shirts and we’d drive around stopping to pick berries wherever we could find them. Sometimes we would even wade along the creek bed in hopes of finding the best berries. We would return home with copious amounts of berries to make jam, cobblers, syrups, pies etc. as well as a few scratches as “war” wounds.
Since that time, we’ve discovered a much easier way of picking berries. Patrick’s Mt. grown berry picking farm!
The hubby and I have visited this lovely place in Apple Hill a few times but since we had a newborn last year didn’t make the treck up. We have been completely out of jam for the past few months and for the first time in a long time I had to purchase a jar at the store. So today, along with some good friends, we decided to brave the scorching temperatures and head up to Apple Hill in search of some plump ripe blackberries.
And boy did we find them!
Some one was really happy with the large bucket of berries I set on the table. He climbed right up and parked himself in front of them.
After picking to our little hearts content, we made a stop at a local winery for a little tasting before eating lunch. The tasting room had some comical wine accessories 🙂
We enjoyed a yummy lunch buffet that I packed with some turkey sandwiches with Toasted Walnut Pesto spread, veggies and pesto hummus, apples and yogurt dip, cherries and coconut macaroons. (I didn’t get a good pic since we were in a spotted shady area)
It was a fun day and I’m looking forward to making some yummy jam with all the berries we picked.