Picking Berries When They’re Ripe

Raspberries
wild strawberries
Delicious Strawberries in the sun
Freshly Picked Wild Strawberries

Bagging the berries

Emily picking wild strawberries with grandma

Picking berries with grandma

We didn’t get many wild strawberries

though we’d try to pick any ripe ones we found

and take them home for tarts and jam

or shove some into a dish with milk and sugar

We’d go blueberry picking in the burnt over fields

and we’d find buckets of them and turned our

mouths blue in the process from eating as we picked,

sometimes filling our shirts like a big pocket

Behind my grandmother’s house we’d walk

and pick raspberries where we found them

hoping that we made enough noise to

frighten away any bears that were in the vicinity

The days that we picked the berries

we were in our glee, feeling that we were invincible

nothing could be better than this

our hearts were full and our bellies too

English: Five ripe blueberries.

Blueberries Peeking at Us

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About Newfoundland Traveller

I'm a Newfoundlander with a love of reading, writing and travelling. I've travelled around our province and lived in four provinces of Canada. I love a good book and a good blog. My family means the world to me, and some day I hope to travel to many countries of the world with my husband and sons' families.
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