We had one helluva week and decided we were going to take it easy today. We drank coffee and watched a movie in bed and didn’t roll out till almost noon. I cannot remember the last time that happened. It was much needed.
Once we got moving we decided to pick berries around the farm. Back in the day my great grandma maintained a pretty kick ass berry patch. I vaguely remember picking red and black raspberries and blackberries as a kid. Many years have passed and there is no longer a real patch. Instead, berry bushes have come up all around the place. We tromped through tree saplings and poison ivy and plenty of Virginia creeper for the berries.
The majority of the berries we picked were black raspberries but we did come across a few red raspberries and even a handful of golden raspberries! After plenty of sampling we weighed them – two and a half pounds! Woohoo!
First, we ate some berries with milk and sugar. Delicious!
When I was a kid we picked wild berries with my maternal grandma quite a bit around their home on Berlin Lake. We’d come back with plastic tubs of berries and Gma would always give them to us in a bowl with milk and sugar. So, so, so good. Remember, it’s the simple things.
Then of course I had to make a cobbler. The Barton family has THE BEST cobbler recipe in all the land. For real, nothing even comes close to this. And if you make your “cobbler” with biscuit dough on top – well, that’s not cobbler. It’s fruit with biscuits on top.
We finally moved the 11 chicks from the basement out to the brooder side of the coop. We are back to having no birds in the house again! Woohoo! (For now anyways).
And finally, here’s Sue. He’s our Black Australorp rooster and the man who keeps all those crazy ladies (and Napoleon) in check. Otherwise known as the man in black, he’s the rooster who will kick your rooster’s ass.