End of July and we are in a frenzy of wild berry picking. This endless rain has produced a bumper crop of wineberries and blueberries. (Note to self, look up why it is a bumper crop?) Both berry crops are peaking and there aren't enough dry hours in the day to pick so for the second time this week, we were picking in the rain. You just can't stop because even though you are hot, wet and muggy and the mosquitoes are having their own feast on your limbs, you see just ahead of you another branch full of plump, red delicious berries and if you don't pick them today, they won't be there. I figure the birds have had their chance to gorge out and the really ripe ones will just fall down and become compost and they are just too sweet and gorgeous for that fate.
So we ended up with quarts of berries and on the strength of another blogger's entry, I went ahead and made wineberry jam. (My jam recipe doesn't mention wineberries but the blogger said she used a recipe for raspberry of blueberry jam). I think the name wineberry jam has a musicality that makes me think it should be in a song. Seeing all those jars of delectable jam, makes me very happy! I just think ahead to a chilly November day, opening up a jar, taking a good whiff and then spreading all that summer sweetness all over the toast. Suddenly July will have returned.

