We walked about a mile and then cut through an oat field into the forest. Once in the forest you could hear the wind rustling through the tall birch trees as they swayed in the breeze. The forest floor was covered in small wild strawberry plants and everywhere you looked there were glints of red through the undergrowth.
We quickly settled into the rhythm of gathering. Bend, pick, drop into the basket, over and over again. While this might sound idyllic and romantic we soon realized that we were being served for lunch to the local mosquitoes and flies. The biting wasn’t so bad, but the constant buzz was certainly irritating and annoying.
We gathered berries for about four hours. By the time we were finished our backs and hips ached from all the stretching and bending, but we were blessed to be able to bless others with winter supply.
Oxana, Karen and Marina
The Fruit of our Labor