I kind of missed mulberry season this year. Dog walks from this house, were we've lived since October, don't seem to lead under any accessible fruiting mulberry trees. There are some inaccessible ones behind forbidding poison ivy along the long alley people here refer to as "The Lane." There had been a great tree a block from the pool, but it has been cut down. I could have gone further out of my way to look, but instead I went to Vancouver, and now mulberry season is over.
I have been extra vigilant about the wild cloud berries. I didn't want to miss them too. Yesterday, despite the "Code Red" heat which closed the Spanish language summer camp at lunchtime (que no vale), and the dentist appointment for Smiles, we went to [a location I cannot reveal because I am jealously hoarding berry bushes] and picked cloudberries from thorny branches hung like bedecked Christmas trees. It was great. Easy, fun, tasty and the bushes were even in the shade!
This morning we (Me, Voice, Smiles) presented Wisp and Bow with a heaped bowl of garnet colored juiciness to enjoy. Wisp, seemingly always concerned that the adults in her life are trying to poison her with what they claim are "tasty" "foods," attempted some preemptive buzzkill "I've HAD cloudberries before. They AREN'T as good as raspberries." Nonetheless, the four children enjoyed a finger-staining and rapid consumption of berries, and ate the whole crop.
I feel like I can rest easier now. At least I didn't blow the cloud berry harvest . . .