Cherry Picking

Coming from Texas, where cajolling edibles from the earth is an exercise and mystic roulette, I am in love with Belgian soil. Things grow here. Spontaneously and without watering three times a day. Things grow in such profusion that people ignore red ripe cherries drooping from their overburdened branches. They ignore the little wild strawberries that spring up all over and taste like you think those strawberries will that you just paid $3 for at the grocery store. They ignore blackberries growing with wild raucousness just down the street. We, however, appreciate just how miraculous these things are and set out to rescue all the abandoned fruit we can. We always check with the owners, who so far have never been home. We only glean over public easements, and just to be safe, we harvest after dark. Which would be OK if we didn't use ladders and bring 6 people along.

Evidence:

So far we have brought home 6 lbs of cherries and 8 lbs of raspberries. The strawberries don't last long enough to weigh. The raspberry bushes are still producing. I love this place!