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.