My favorite jelly in the whole world is buffalo berry. I always get a lot of questions about buffalo berries, so I took quite a few photos on this berry picking trip. I am thankful to have a good friend who's pasture is loaded with buffalo berries. She is always accommodating when I ask to come picking. They grow in draws on the prairie. The berries are super tart, but not so bad if you can wait until a frost. Which they had a frost that morning.
My heart leaps to see bushes loaded with berries. Do you see all of the bushes farther back? This lady's property is a paradise when it comes to picking.
Along the lines of thankfulness. My husband got me what I'm sure is every woman's dream. A giant truck of compost. Do you see that truckload? I'm in heaven. When I wasn't picking berries I was loading wheelbarrows and directing where the tractor scoops would be dumped.
Many projects were completed. My strawberry, sometimes flower, bed was in dire need of decent soil amendments. I cleaned it out and filled it to the top. I am determined to make it back into a strawberry bed. This means I need to find somewhere for my butterfly bed. I'm sure I will figure something out.
It froze this Sunday. I knew it was coming, so I went to close up the greenhouse. I had to cut the pumpkin vine to my pumpkin on a pedestal. Remember him? Well, I was in the greenhouse and cut the vine attached to him without thinking twice, knowing that he was on a solidly built pedestal. I wish I had a photo of my face as I watched the pumpkin catapulting out of sight. I guess the vine was keeping tension on the whole shebang. I went flying out of the greenhouse expecting to see pumpkin pieces everywhere, but he somehow landed safely. Of course I forgot to take a picture for the blog. I am saving the pumpkin pedestal as that isn't the first pumpkin I've had on the greenhouse roof.