This summer we finally made the move to Maine. After a year of weekly 500-mile commutes, we threw in the towel on selling the house, rented it out and made the move up to Maine. It's a wonderful thing!
One of the first things our daughter Emma wanted to do was make jam with the berries growing all around the property. She and I collected about a half gallon of black raspberries one morning. The next morning we got up early and started cooking. Amazingly delicious stuff!
Then Will wanted to do the same thing with the wild Maine blueberries around the house. Those are harder to collect because they're so small, but the jam he and I made is just as tasty
What a simple, yet pleasant experience. Walk around the yard with a bucket, pluck ripe fruit, boil it down and add sugar, seal it in jars, and spread on a good toast.
We're about done on the blueberries since the season is almost over. But the raspberries look like they'll be ripening for a couple more weeks. Perhaps another batch is in order. And we'll need it since the kids insist that we mail a bunch out to family.