Now with the beds in place at home and the community garden established, all I had to do was plant and tend. Something in my bones told me, last year was going to be a good year for berries. It was a cool Spring. Berries like cool, not cold, but cool. And was it ever. As the planted gardens creeped along, my daughter and I were taking foraging to an art. Everywhere we went, we would see raspberries over flowing. We'd stop, pick some and remark how we will have to remember this spot. The cherries were unexpected and the blueberries were cheep. All three are still holding strong in my freezer.
It was in this last Summer that I found a new way of gardening that satisfied me way more than planting. It was foraging. It's all right there. It's already done the weeding, the survival of the fittest, the trimming. All I have to do is know which one to eat and when to go and get it. Some challenge, some reading up, but lots of reward.
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