Our pasture is half wild, come up to brush and brambles over the last twenty years. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. True, we plan to reclaim at least part of it to field so we can grow our own grain, but a good amount of it will be kept just as it is for the berries. This year is the best year for wild strawberries in a long time, as the rain we’ve had made it possible to have plump juicy fruit even on slopes that are usually too dry to produce.
“I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.” ~Wendell Berry
We are planting more blueberries in the field, using the extensive patches of wild ones to guide where the domestic additions will be happiest. The East side of the field is where they are, slowly creeping out from the hedgerow in to the field until we have bushes that hang heavy with promise in the shape of clusters of green berries.
“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.” ~Thomas Jefferson
“Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.” ~Terri Guillemets