Once upon a time I had only to walk out the door of my childhood home, through the back yard, follow a deer path up the mountain and there I was in berry heaven.
Early summers were spent taking trips to local farms to pick strawberries, early July was for huckleberries, but late summers were for raspberries, and blackberries.
My days in the mountains with purple-stained hands and thorn-scratched legs and arms were all brought back home to me today. Wild memories of carefree days eating berries to my heart’s content.
In northern California on the coast it is wild blackberry season. Ripening on the open headlands and down in the secret coves.
My early morning beach rambles start with picking and eating berries as I make my way down the cliffside path to the ocean.
Back home in my tiny home on wheels, I toss a handful of raw organic almonds, sunflower seeds and coconut into the food processor grinding them into a fine meal, add an egg and some cream.
Fried up with some bacon, topped with a heap of wild blackberries; they are the best pancakes I have ever tasted.
The best things in life: Wild Berries and Memories are free ~