Memories of Dad

Every day when we walk the dog round the block, we pass a tree laden, no GROANING, with elderberries.
These pictures were taken with my phone last night, but don’t begin to give you an idea of just how much volume of fruit is there.
The sad thing is it’s all going to waste as no-one seems to want to forage for free fruit yet if my dad were here, the tree would have been stripped by now and the spoils bubbling away in demi johns.
My Dad made wine from practically anything, from buying spoiling fruit and veg from the grocer for £1 a tray to picnics in the forest with berry picking in mind.
We took thick blankets or carpet to throw over bushes in order to reach the juiciest fruit otherwise out of reach, walking sticks came in handy for the higher branches, and you could guarantee that when it came to blackberrying, a thorn got stuck in my leg or shoulder and became infected.

Hubby and I have already picked about a kilo of fruit and frozen it down, not to mention the crumble I made with some and a couple of apples a little while ago. Affro combs are ideal for stripping the fruit off the stalks, and if you leave them to soak overnight in cold water, the ‘bad ones’ float to the top and can be skimmed off.
Full of vitamin C, they are as good as blackcurrants and suitable for making jellies or jams, not that I’ve actually done that, but my Mum did. Very nice with turkey by the way.
These pictures were  also taken last night but with my Nikon camera.

The blackbirds, robins and starlings are having a field day feasting on these, but even they can’t get through the vast amount that are now fading fast.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Memories of Dad

  1. Sadje says:

    Should not go to waste!

  2. That reminded me of my mum. Even in her later years she would be out with her bowl and fill it. Part went to Sunday’s crumble the rest was frozen.

  3. fransiweinstein says:

    What a nice memory of your dad and the good times you shared. And every time you pass that tree, even after the fruit is gone, you can look up and feel your dad’s presence. I can’t believe how much fruit there is and that no one is taking it.

  4. DM says:

    Love this one Di! Something about a tree laden with fruit that gives me joy…and this whole topic of making home made wine from scratch is also a current interest of mine. Haven’t had elderberry wine…. what does it taste like? DM

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