Autumn is knocking at our doors!
As I wrote last year, the foragingurge is making itself noticeable and since our berrybushes are not yet large enough to carry any substantial number of berries, some of our friends here lend us theres. we could pick all the berries we wanted at their place, since they already had enough. The same goes for apples.
So one morning the Mss. and I went to the pickingbusiness. My wife went for the red currants (Ribes rubrum) and I for the red gooseberries (Ribes uva-crispa).
While picking I could not help but think about how very much the same it might have been for people through all the ages, doing the same thing.... apart from the jeans and the plastic bucket. But they'd still recognise it all..... and it's a prickly business picking those gooseberries... but they are so delicious!
All around us fruit is very abundant and that reminded me of a saying my grandparents used to say:"If the harvest is good, prepare for winter to come!"
Another first for me was taking a ride in a tractor. Never did that befor and I felt like a small boy living out a dream; here I was, looking as a farmer, riding a tractor and harvesting crops!! Damn, that felt so good!! But the best was still to come. On our way back from the field the father of the farmer, with whom I was riding along, pulled over and said;" Now we'll switch seats..." He knew it was my first time on such a machine ever, but he thought that it was a good idea to get me familiarised with the equipment if I were to stay for a longer period of time. So there I was; sitting behind the steeringwheel of an unfamilair vehicle with a trailer (another first time!) loaded with a few tons of potatoes...on a less then flat tarmac....and other traffic.... It was not as easy as it sounds.... But my wife saw the grin on my face, when she came to pick me up.... A big one....
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