Here it is, the grand finale. Let’s get one thing straight: juneberries are a crop. These bushes yield so much fruit that you would need a crew of workers to pick, sort, and process all of them. Chelsea, her mom, and I decided to end the season with a bang and headed out the night before the fourth to collectively harvest as many berries as we could. We picked and bagged and picked and bagged until the heavy-duty plastic shopping bag I was carrying was so heavy it started to make my fingers numb. The next day we picked out the stems and leaves, made juneberry pancakes, baked a gigantic pie, froze more berries for pie, and stirred up a batch of jelly. While on a walk that morning past the scene of our berry raid, the same trees hung heavily with rich, purple fruit glistening in the sun as if they hadn’t even been touched and were begging us to pick more. In these times of deficit, it’s pretty cool to see such an organic surplus that is free for the picking. If only money grew on trees.
Juneberry Pies and Fourth of Julys, The Movie: An Homage to Juneberry Season
July 6, 2009 by artandchel