My honey invited me to spend an afternoon where the wild things grow. Wild crafting is part of our hunter-gatherer heritage. However, each state’s rules should be followed and permission obtained from the landowners. We hiked near the stream until we found a berry patch and picked our share. Signs indicated either deer or bear had been there before us, still we found plenty of ripe raspberries, picked a couple cupfuls and left many for the next visitor.
The mosquitoes and black flies must hang out beside patches that lure in humans. I had enough bites to indicate they also enjoyed a feast.
The reward of foraging is the sensation that food we work for just tastes better. My honey ate as many just picked berries as those to take home. I just picked to take home. During our walk we discovered a bog with an abundance of cattails and a few hazelnut bushes with the pods just turning from brown to green. “We’ll let them ripen and come back in a week.”
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