Time to pick blackberries. We have quite a few wild vines growing along our yard.
When my children were small I'd read this cute Mennonite book published by Rod and Staff.
The children in these stories are always helping their parents with chores and bringing in the harvest.
These stories have encouraged me to raise my children this way. One thing I did differently than the mother in the book though is I went with my children to pick berries.
Berry picking is a special time to be with my kids.
My older ones are adults now and they are still wanting to pick berries with me.
I still remember the very first time. Harrison was four and Victoria was three. Jessica was a baby on my back inside a backpack. One reason I remember it so vividly is that we had fun. Most days when the kids were young were hard. I kept wondering when would it get fun to be a mother. I enjoyed being with my little ones so much. We truly had fun that day, and I knew motherhood was going to get better and better as the children got older, and it turned out to be true. I'm so blessed.
Another book that I just love is Blueberries For Sal.
Robert McCloskey's illustrations are so endearing.
I must have read this book to my little ones over one hundred times. It's a favorite for sure.
Maybe that is one reason the kids still want to pick berries with me.
It was cool on this morning, but believe it or not it was 80 degrees by afternoon, this August day.
Intermission on the trampoline.
Looks like the beans are ready too.
Garrett found a tiny one.
I enjoy this time with my children.
Like the two story books, my kids continued to help me put away the food for the winter. They washed and bagged the berries. I blanched the beans and they bagged them and both were put into the freezer for this winter. Blessings, Kathi
"Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded..." Song of Solomon 7:12