August once again brought blackberries to our neighborhood. After we decided the strawberry jam I made back in June was actually edible and, in fact, quite good, the family set out to gather blackberries for more jam-making. Last year when I did this, Cora was only a couple of weeks old and slept in the Moby the entire time. This year she has graduated to the backpack and is twice as heavy!
Larson was a bit put off by the "prickers" and elected to spend the morning using his spray bottle to "get bugs."
He did help out a little, though, and all was going well until I set Cora's backpack down & turned around for a minute. I turned back to find a big, black, buzzing insect in her right eye! The poor thing was trying to rub it away and not having much luck. I rushed at it with the fierceness of a mother bear defending her cub, but she was left with either a sting or fly bite just below her eye....and a lot of tears to accompany it. Note to self: do not leave baby unattended near blackberry bushes laden with fruit!
Good thing she likes fruit! Stuffing herself full of blackberries was a good way to feel better, along with dad's lap.
We picked enough for a full batch of jam, which tastes pretty good. I didn't quite figure out how to strain the seeds out, so maybe that's a project for next year. It feels so retro to have a pantry shelf of mason jars full of jam that I made myself. But certainly a great way to "preserve" summer memories for the rest of the year.
He did help out a little, though, and all was going well until I set Cora's backpack down & turned around for a minute. I turned back to find a big, black, buzzing insect in her right eye! The poor thing was trying to rub it away and not having much luck. I rushed at it with the fierceness of a mother bear defending her cub, but she was left with either a sting or fly bite just below her eye....and a lot of tears to accompany it. Note to self: do not leave baby unattended near blackberry bushes laden with fruit!
Good thing she likes fruit! Stuffing herself full of blackberries was a good way to feel better, along with dad's lap.
We picked enough for a full batch of jam, which tastes pretty good. I didn't quite figure out how to strain the seeds out, so maybe that's a project for next year. It feels so retro to have a pantry shelf of mason jars full of jam that I made myself. But certainly a great way to "preserve" summer memories for the rest of the year.
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