These gorgeous hydrangeas greeted us at the entrance to Village Square Park where the Cumberland Farmers' Market is located.
I personally have never seen this sort of hydrangea before. Have you? It was gorgeous...
|The Cumberland Farmers Market at the Village Square Park, Dunsmuir Rd., Cumberland BC Sundays 11AM-2PM|
There were many young parents with their little kiddies, dancing wildly to the music of the Celtic Cargo Cult (2 musicians playing a variety of Celtic tunes). It was fun to see that the kids, in small town tradition, shared out the blueberries and pies that their mommies laid out on the grass for them.
|The Celtic Cargo Cult minus the kiddies whirling and jigging on the grass.|
I guess that you can tell that the hempsicle was the highlight of the Market for me. It was an absolutely delicious organic hemp-based chocolate, chocolate-covered non-dairy confection. It was $4 (pricey) but worth the leap-- and really, only the cost of a frapiccino, etc., so not a biggie I suppose. Dear hubby and I shared it. It was made in a commercial kitchen in Cumberland. I recommend it.
We also bought some other stuff: carrots, beets, garlic scape salt (very tasty). Fun, fun, fun.
Parking is kind of haphazard, but we did get to park next to an espalier apple tree (or trees?) that I really admired. It leans over the front fence of someone's home yard. The apples look very inviting, don't you think? I took a picture because I am trying to convince my dear hubby of the benefits of doing some espalier planting of fruit and/or berries. He is a hardsell... but we'll see.
|Espalier apples where we parked near the Village Square Park|
I met a sweet mom and son team picking blackberries for the "old people, who like the memories they bring back when they eat them" explained Irene, 86. She declined having her picture taken but referred me to her son, John, about my age (in his 60s) who had already filled up a pail with these black-purple gems. John is a horologist, a technician trained to repair old clocks. He has a bad back, so when he picks berries he says that he tells himself: "well, at least you have a pail of berries to compensate for the pain".
|John, who with his mom Irene, picked over 100 pounds of blackberries last year to share with elderly friends|
John, Irene's son, was born and raised in the Comox Valley. Last year they picked over a hundred pounds of blackberries, which they give to various elderly friends and acquaintances in their neighbourhood. A few years ago they donated to the Food Bank but apparently discovered that some of the people who benefitted from the fruits of their labours, so to speak, were hawking the same berries on the corner to get money to "shoot up" with drugs. They are going for another 100# again this summer.
I told them about the Farmers' Market in Cumberland with its Celtic music and we parted.
Here is a groaning Apple Tree near the beach. In a while this tree will be picked by various people, some volunteers from Lush Valley Food Action Society, some just doing it as an annual routine for their own purposes.
|Apple tree on the cobble beach...|
So we came home after this fun little excursion and after lunch we did some picking in our own yard, golden plums and cultivated thornless blackberries. It's a big fruit and berry year this year. How is your local harvest? (Please comment below-- thanks!)