Suddenly the garden is exploding with berries -- blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries. Time to pick!
I marshaled the girls, and each concentrated on her favorite fruit. Older Daughter with the strawberries...
...Younger Daughter with the raspberries...
...while I picked blueberries.
The strawberries have been producing very well for two or three weeks now. Every day we go out and pick a bowl-full. It's hard to imagine putting any of these up for the winter because frankly we're all greedy for fresh strawberries and devour them the moment they make their way into the house.
I'm not worried because this is just the first year for these strawberries (I only planted them two months ago) and I expect by next year we'll be drowning in fruit. For this summer, however, we're enjoying the fresh ripe sun-warmed berries that are as sweet as candy.
I've been keeping an eye on the blueberry plants. They're loaded with berries, and gradually the first flush of blue crept into the green fruit.
Then all of a sudden -- boom! -- a bunch of berries turned blue and were ready to pick. I got about a pint from the first picking.
Same with the raspberries. A few days ago they were mostly green. A few were flushing red and swelling with juice, but nothing significant. Then boom! -- a bunch suddenly ripened.
So the girls and I spent a half-hour picking fruit and came away with the sun-ripened start of summer's bounty.
It (ahem) didn't last long.
But that's okay. There's more where those came from.