Ever since I was a kid I have loved berries. I would ride the pastures to pick buffalo berries. I remember the joy when I found wild grapes. Things haven't changed with age. When we started dating my husband to be took me to pick my wild raspberries. No wonder I married him. There have been many other wild berry discoveries in the hills: wild strawberries, saskatoons, thimbleberries, and now GOOSEBERRIES. For years I have seen these plants randomly in the hills. I suspected gooseberries, but didn't think they grew wild around here. Then a few weeks ago we took the students on a nature trail (one I've been on several times) and I saw a sign (I'd missed in the past) and it identified these as gooseberries. Sure enough I found a plant today and it is loaded with berries. I am so excited. There isn't enough for the pie my husband would like, but where there is one there must be more. Trust me I will be searching.
A berry picking I will go.