Most of you were right about our plans for yesterday's mystery field trip. We went berry picking! Each berry season is so fleeting. Abundance one day, out-and-out over the next. Since I refuse my children out-of-season berries (and many other fruits and veggies) during much of the year, we have to get while the gettin's good.
And yes, we have company coming tonight and we should have been home cleaning the house but we went picking instead. (Truth be told I am one to avoid the "shoulds" every chance I get. Because "should" rarely means "I really want to". And there's just too much should and too little joy in the world if you focus only on what has to be done. But back to the berries.)
As for the surprise or mystery element of the day, I hid the baskets from Sage (he's too sharp and would have figured me out before we pulled out of the driveway) but Lupine told him in the car that she "saw a clue" and together they figured out where we were going. We picked for a couple of hours and brought home pounds and pounds of berries for freezing, fresh eating, and jam. Sage worked out some math at home and determined that our $25 worth of berries turned into $75 worth of jam and frozen berries had we bought it at the coop. Even figuring in $5 for gas and $5 for other ingredients, we still came out way ahead – and that's without adding value for the fun factor.
So the pantry is stacked with 12 half-pints of blueberry and honey jam, two gallon bags are in the freezer awaiting winter smoothies and muffins, and everyone has blue teeth this morning from the last of the fresh eating. Not bad for a day's work.
(The beautiful Amish baskets were all a generous gift from some farmer friends whom we adore.)