Wild Berries

Around here, in the PNW, there are lots of wild blackberries. There are other berries too: salmon berries, thimble berries, huckleberries, marionberries, strawberries, and more. The wild blackberries that grow invasively, are not native to the area. The native blackberry is tiny and grows along banks that face south. Once, in a yard where I lived, the edge of the yard facing south was not just where you parked your car along the street, but it was an area I was landscaping, so when these women were picking my wild blackberries, I shooed them away. Around here, rural property seems to be owned by all—these women challenged me, saying it was the bank along the road, the berries were free for the taking. I informed them that it was part of my yard. Imagine folks picking fruit from your trees along the parking strip. Yes it is in theory the city or county's property, but you are keeping it up.

Well, anyway, they left. And I picked the rest of my wild berries. The small blackberry is a delight, sweet and perky. It is harder to come by as there aren't a lot of them in comparison to the big blackberry that is everywhere, and not to be cultivated--remember. The small berry is good in pie and jelly and jam. Have you ever made freezer jam? You just wash and mash berries. Sweeten, add pectin and freeze. Easy does it. Of course this jam goes bad quickly once you remove it from the freezer, as it isn't cooked. So eat it up fast. For real recipes see Wild Jams and Jellies

My grandmother Mattie made jam from thimble berries. We'd collect them along the road—there's that road thing again. But this was at the lake and the plants along the road weren't in anyone's yard, they were just part of the woods, growing profusely everywhere. Thimble berries are bright red caps and when you pick them, the juice comes out like blood. Some don't like the flavor—I do. And since I was a child when I learned to love them, I have a special fondness for their flavor. Grandma made the cooked jelly and she sealed it with paraffin. I used to make jelly and seal it with paraffin, but inevitably the jam would mold. I did something wrong, obviously. So I learned to water bath the jelly. Then these jeweled jars: red and purple and ahhhh, beautiful jars of jelly would go on the shelf in the fruit room. Like a treasure chest of jewels.

There are still blackberries to be had, although it has started to rain now, so the picking is getting slim. This is perhaps the last weekend to pick. And as for thimble berries—spring is when you pick those. They are one of the first berries on. Thimble and salmon. Be sure you add them to your larder.

Happy gardening,

Flower

Are We Really The Gardener?

When reading about The One-Straw Revolution, I got to thinking about how I have viewed gardening all these years. Even with my houseplants, I feel as if I'm living more side-to-side with these beings rather than mastering them; however, I do have to care for them—at least at home. In the wild, the trees grow or not, the weeds grow, and wild flowers, etc. And ecosystem, which maybe is like a home and family. You all work together and the ones that work the best together thrive, the others fail or fall away.

In my garden, I prefer to have the weeds assisting. I don't mind pigweed, although I don't like it going to seed. I believe it is edible too. As a young woman I studied edible plants. Lambs quarters doesn't grow in this garden, and it's a good edible plant. Right now the fireweed is sprouting; I've never eaten the shoots, but they're supposed to be as tasty as asparagus. Of course, there are many berries to eat, and I saw a lot of wild strawberries when I was in the Oregon mountains.

When I lived in the Idaho mountains as a young married woman, my husband and I collected mushrooms and fried them in butter, our favorite being the morel, but the shaggy main was tasty and so was the puff ball. Once I ate too many coral mushrooms and felt a little weird. Some mushrooms have a chemical that is slightly toxic if consumed in any quantity. I've given up mushroom hunting, but would love to participate again. Recently a friend said his mother discovered a bunch of morels and I asked where and he said he couldn't say. That's the way it is with prize mushroom places.

Today I will plant those beets, promise. And perhaps pick some spinach for my dinner. I have some tomatoes coming on. The Green Zebra is very cute.
Ciao!