Yesterday Rick and I got away to Columbus for a bit and sat at a coffee shop in an area called Clintonville. I had never been there before, but the area was so quaint, and I'd love to go back and explore a bit more.
We parked in a neighborhood behind the coffee shop, and on our walk down the block we came across this tree that stopped me - I loved the vibrant and varied color of the berries!
juneberries but that since this has been such a warm year, they are here early, not in June. The friend/dad told me that he was watching me take pictures of the berries, and he thought, "Now this is a twenty-first century woman, who takes pictures of the berries rather than eats them!" He laughed, "People years ago never would have thought of this; they would have just eaten them." I said that I was not in the habit of just trying various berries because I thought they had the potential of being poisonous (Is this rational? haha. I think it is...). This whole time both of them were pulling off handfuls of fruit and telling me how good it was, so after feeling pretty reluctant, I tried some berries for myself. They were quite good and really tasted almost identical to blueberries, but they had more pronounced seeds inside, kind of like blackberries.
pawpaw festival - I should have guessed - so perhaps I can convince Rick to take me for my birthday...)
I suppose I can no longer tease Rick about how sports makes "insta-friends" from strangers; I guess fruit makes "insta-friends," too. :)