Last year when we lived on the farm in the field, cranberries were just a hike out back in a secret little field. Thankfully, our friends who live there have allowed us to trek back anytime, but with three little ones - a drive and then a hike with no berries to show for is a risky venture, I don't know how many times I can get away with it! - so I waited until quite late for us all to head out hoping there would be plenty of berries and that they would be ripe.
The kids loved hiking our old stomping grounds and remembering our numerous adventures on the trails. It was a beautiful few years there. I do miss that farmhouse so much.
Thankfully the cranberry queen favored us and berries were found!
It was an afternoon of full hearts and full bellies (really, they ate a lot of cranberries!) and all those crowns on our heads - I carefully planted at home in a little patch of cranberries we noticed in the corner of our field in hopes that next year and the following years, we will have our own harvest in our own back field.
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