It's grey and rainy out there, but berry season isn't over yet.
The wild blueberries on Mt. Seymour don't ripen until mid-September. We headed up the mountain last weekend with some friends to discover an excellent crop. It was overcast and my jeans got soaked from brushing by wet bushes, but the steady plunk, plunk of berries hitting the bottom of the yogurt containers and some quiet conversation made for a lovely Sunday afternoon.
Then we headed back to Deep Cove and had wild blueberry pancakes for dinner.
We've picked blueberries on Mt. Seymour every September for years, and for me, it's the gateway to fall.
What a treat - they look so good. I've tumbled down Seymour but never picked berries!
Posted by: JeanMac | 26 September 2008 at 09:20 PM
I love the blue stained lips! I assume matching blue stained fingers completed the look!
What a great gateway to Fall!
Posted by: Jody Jagt | 28 September 2008 at 09:52 AM
Yumm!!!
Posted by: dragonfly | 28 September 2008 at 03:08 PM
I didn't even know that they had blueberries there- great idea for us to do sometime!
Posted by: Mary Smith | 28 September 2008 at 07:53 PM
I think all of the North Shore mountain ski hills will have blueberries. They seem to like the open spaces so on the ski area is where you want to go.
Posted by: Pete | 28 September 2008 at 10:38 PM
Best blueberry pie I have ever had was made with the wild blueberries I picked at Mt. Seymour.
Love the pic of Saskia amid the bb bushes.
Posted by: celeste allyn | 29 September 2008 at 08:31 AM
Thanks for taking Alistair and I blueberry picking. I ended up making blueberry muffins along with crepes with blueberry sauce and both were delish.
Posted by: Alisa | 06 October 2008 at 12:24 PM