We had rented a cycle for Mom to be able to show her our backyard and our favourite place by the river Kinzig. She did a great job pedalling through the valley. And of course, we had to dip our feet into the refreshing water. The river level was quite high, so Roland made sure that Mom wouldn't be accidentally torn away by the strong current. (He was counting on dinner after all...)
Mom became quite excited when she discovered all the low hanging fruit. There were apples, peas, yellow plums and purple plums. And before we could say stop, she was already in the orchard harvesting, or better "collecting samples" (well, scrumping isn't exactly legal but widely tolerated by the farmers).
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| Caught red-handed! |
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| Another fruit, another stop. |
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| Mom's pickings |
that's some good looking fruit....very understanding of the local farmers!
ReplyDeleteAs long as you don't overdo it, the farmers don't mind, I guess. We haven't been chased by a an angry farmer with a gun as of yet (wait, no guns here, maybe with a pitch-fork).
DeleteNice "samples"! Are they any good or do you have to go back for additional "samples"?
ReplyDeleteRIchard, I am afraid, we need to get some more to be sure about the final verdict.
DeleteWhat fun. So great you could rent Mum a bike.
ReplyDeleteThe gleaning of the fruit reminds me of riding bicycles in the Okanangan as a kid. Oh the cherries, peaches, and apples we used to rob from the orchards. Yumm.
Having lived in cities most of my life I only started with this "hobby" last year...
Deletelooks like mom had plenty of fun (besides the plenty of fruits) :-).
ReplyDeleteShe seemed to like it a lot. Likely memories of happy childhood days, when picking the (forbidden) fruit, came up
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