We were out throwing rocks in the river yesterday and when we came back to the truck I spied a bunch glorious little purple round globes. Greedily I planted myself in front of a bush and ate for quite a few minutes while no one was around to steal my sustenance.
Then I guntingly mumbled to the rest of the crew that Saskatoon season has finally come.
The funny thing is I didn’t even know we had Saskatoon’s on the land. I was delighted to find heaps and heaps and heaps of berry bushes.
I’ve picked a bunch of berries before but none of them looked as plump and plentiful as these. The bushes are hanging with fruit and they just pour into the bucket handful after handful.
Without proper equipment (we loaded our hats with berries and headed home to make Saskatoon ice cream for supper with the sparse leftovers) we decided to go back in the morning.
As you can see we were optimistic with our harvest. Everyone gets a bucket which is held up by a belt or rope around the waist.
Ringo was a great help. Milly was a blur. I could never catch a clean picture of her. The orange hat is a dead give away however. It’s kind of like the elusive sasquatch. I’m guessing there will soon be a bounty out on getting a descent facial picture of Milly.
Molly showing her hoards of berries as Polly eats everything she or anyone else plunks in her bucket.
The orange hat is attached to someone I think. I’m pretty sure it’s not just hanging on the tree. I wonder if the sasquatch captured that hat and is using it as a disguise?
The true sign of a good berry picking day.
I’m thinking we better go back out again tonight for some more fun.
Anyone want to come and try to find that sasquatch in the bush with us?