I finished work at 12 today. (That almost never happens! I always have evening classes!)
So earlier this evening, I went out for a walk – the typical route down to the Altonaer Balkon to sit on a bench and read my book. Tobias and I had walked there the other evening (before he left for Paris) and saw that there were boysenberries along the path. So this time I took a little tupperware container with me and picked a few to take home!
We had a HUGE boysenberry bush at my house when I was growing up. And at Grandma’s house, too. So we spent many a summer waiting until these tart little berries were ripe so we could pick them. They weren’t the tastiest treat, but as a child, I was really fascinated with things you could just PICK OFF A VINE in nature and just eat! Just like the Oregon Trail, except no one every died of dysentery from it. (I did get in big trouble once when I managed to get the red berry juice all over my hands and clothes right before we were to leave somewhere…)
As an adult, I still get pretty excited about that kind of thing. I love our fresh herbs on the balcony. I’ve been putting sage in my tea to help calm my sore throat. And when Tobias and I were camping in Italy, we ended up in one spot where it smelled like mint – and that’s because there was fresh mint underfoot all around us! We made some fresh mint tea from that.
Anybody else love that too?
I think I’ll go have a bowl of ice cream – and add my little boysenberries on top.