I went to the Back 40 last night to spy on the neighbors’ apples (the neighbor, BTW, said she didn’t have apple trees. Shows how much she has gotten around her 19 acres in 50 years) to see how ripe they were for stealing, er, picking, and I noticed that these were quite ripe, too.
Thank you Leslie of Dreams and Bones for reminding me that jam can be made of these little berries, too. After our pathetic grape harvest, I think we need some little project to keep us busy.
Oh, and it rained again all day yesterday, and all of last night.