And we’ll go together to pick wild berries

Wild blueberries near our house.

Dear secret reader,

Pssst. I know a place where we can find blueberries.  Fat, ripe, wild blueberries so thick on the bush that you can grab handfuls at a time. But first you have to hold up your right hand and solemnly swear on your neighbor’s blueberry pie that you will never reveal the location. No matter who asks or how they tempt or torture you, this secret must die with you. Really? Really.

You’ll need buckets. Gallon plastic containers with handles, the kind you can buy filled with ice cream at the super market, are perfect. Bring a few, just in case we get really lucky.

Proper berry picking gear -- boots and buckets.

Dark thunder clouds are gathering at the mountains. It’s sunny now, but there will be a downpour later, and then more sun. So wear your rubber boots and bring your rain gear. Grab the mosquito repellent, a few snacks for the kids and the dogs, and a bottle of water.

We’ll drive a little ways, and then we’ll hike a little ways. We might see some grouse or ptarmigan. An owl might perch in a spruce branch over your head. We’ll probably see bear or moose tracks in the muddy trail. And eventually we’ll find ourselves at the edge of alpine tundra, where the spruce and birch forest gives way to Labrador tea bushes, lichen covered rocks, and knee-high berry bushes.

The lowbush cranberries aren’t ripe yet, so don’t pick them. And the blackish crow berries are edible, but not very good, so let’s leave those behind. Here — these are the ones you want. You see? The fat, sweet-tart blueberries.

Nearly ripe lowbush cranberries.

When you first start dropping them into the bucket, they’ll make a loud “plunk,” but then, as your bucket fills, they will land silently on the heap of other berries. Your bucket will get heavy, and you’ll become completely absorbed in your task. You’ll skip over the skimpier bushes, the berries that are small or oddly shaped. You know what you want now. That luscious dark blue hanging heavily from the branch.

Tonight we’ll spread the berries on cookie sheets and put them in the chest freezer. Once they’re firm, we’ll transfer them into gallon plastic bags and put them back in the freezer.

When you climb, tired and content, into bed tonight, you’ll close  your eyes and see the tundra, the bushes, one berry after another dropped into the bucket as you drift off to sleep.

Come early winter, when you’re yearning for those sunshiny days on the tundra when the cinquefoil and saxifrage bloomed in the marsh and the owl flew off into the trees, you and I together will make some blueberry jam or a whipped-cream topped pie, and we’ll pretend it’s August again.

But for now, lose yourself in the bushes. Fill your bucket, handful after handful.

Cheers!

Eowyn

P.S. Thanks to Mr. Baer and Chickaloon Jenny! 🙂

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mr. Baer
    Aug 15, 2011 @ 10:44:46

    An excellent blueberry story. I can taste and smell the alpine tundra as I read it. I felt like I was there. This is a story, as you say, to come back to in the darker days of winter to relive a wonderful time.

    • Eowyn Ivey
      Aug 16, 2011 @ 17:36:59

      So you felt like you were there … very funny 🙂 And yes A Baer, those are some mighty fine rubber boots your father’s wearing. The gluten free blue/raspberry thing actually wouldn’t sound appetizing, except I know it must be good if Mr. Baer made it.

  2. Yaya
    Aug 15, 2011 @ 13:07:12

    Those blueberries look delicious! When I was young in Pennsylvania (long, long time ago), my Uncle Seth had those secret blackberry places that he shared. We picked buckets of them to make jelly, jam and blackberry pies. Delicious but with seeds. That is the advantage of blueberries. Save a few for our next visit.

    • Eowyn Ivey
      Aug 16, 2011 @ 17:37:42

      I love blackberries. We picked them when we were going to school in Washington State. I’ll definitely save some blueberries for you and Papa!

  3. Nathan Dunbar
    Aug 15, 2011 @ 20:33:52

    Again, your gift for imagery is quite refreshing. Now I want fresh blueberries. REALLY BADLY. 😉

  4. Nana
    Aug 16, 2011 @ 04:38:51

    *holding up my right hand and clearing my throath* “Hem.. I Nana, solemnly swear on ‘your’ neighbor’s blueberry pie that I will never reveal the location.”
    WOOAooW.. So so so jealous of this post! This looks/reads like a dream to me.. You wrote it in such a way that truly feels like being there with you…I want to be in Alaska!!
    PS. Don’t forget to bring the ‘whipped-cream topped pie’ when you come over here on The Snow Child signing tour 😉 xx

  5. A Baer
    Aug 16, 2011 @ 05:36:06

    That’s a nice photograph of Craig with the Blueberries there. He made this pretty awesome gluten free blue/raspberry thing that you should get the recipe for. It has my stamp of approval.

  6. Sue Mathis
    Aug 16, 2011 @ 15:40:34

    I was never one for berry picking, but you make it sound like heaven!

  7. Mr. Baer
    Aug 18, 2011 @ 15:59:10

    Yes, I was trying to be a bit funny on my comment, but I also want you to know that I think it is a beautifully written story.

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