Oh, and occasionally my but, but only when it itches.
I’m sorry, that would be my butt (rear end, hiney, ass, buttox, etc.)
my nose?
well actually I prefer blackberries 
nothing like blackberry pie with ice cream.
Ahh Osip… I have failed to mention the delectable Blackberry. I too enjoy picking blackberries. Walking through open meadows filled with wildflowers and lots of damn annoying butterflys (not to mention the wasps), only to happen across the stray blackberry bush flush against the side of the forest which is almost always surrounded by prickly thorn bushes that prick your fingers when you try to grasp the “oh-so-sweet” blackberry. And when you finally succeed in finding the perfect, most ripe berry on the bush to toss into your mouth, you realize that you have amazingly found the only blackberry bush in the ENTIRE meadow , to have a wasps nest, nestled under the bottom most branch. Funny how things happen, eh?
Well anyways… if you do succeed in picking enough blackberries for a pie (I would highly suggest a U-Pick-Blackberry farm (if they exist)), then give me a piece, I would surely enjoy it. Of course with ice cream .
My friend’s nose. But then I have to pick a new friend afterward.
When I was growing up my parents were avid backyard gardeners. We had strawberries, apples, pears, yellow watermelons (loved to thump them to see if the were ripe). But I loved to go through and pick grapes off the vines. Ripe and dark purple were fine and tasty; but I loved to pick them while they were still green, crush them in my mouth, suck on that super sour pulp, and spit out the skin. Better than any sourball candy you could find. Damn, I miss that.
Wild raspberries. Right now, we have a small patch of ripe ones in the front yard, and another in the back. I can step right out my front door, lean over a fairly steep bank (one of these days I’m going to go ass over teakettle, and won’t that be fine!) and pick a nice big handful or so of beautiful, sweet, black raspberries. Then I take them in and the babies and I eat them without so much as a good rinse. Mmmm. Heaven.
A bit later blackberries will come in season, but raspberries are the best.
~karol
I love picking raspberries, and blackberries, and black raspberries for that matter. I used to work at an estate with the biggest raspberry bushes I’ve ever seen, I could pick and eat all day long and not make a dent in them.
Mulberries are cool to pick too, but a storm a few years back killed my parent’s tree, so I can’t pick them anymore 
Wild strawberries (they grow all over the place around these parts) - they are tiny and you never find more than a handful, but the favour is indescribably intense.
And bilberries (which, for the benefit of 'merkins, I should describe as a diminutive but more flavoursome relative of the blueberry) - I have to travel a few miles to find bilberries though.
Nits
Blueberries. I can’t wait for August to come.
Blackberries, too, since my parent’s now live in a house with a huuuuuuge blackberry patch out back.
Pecks of pickled peppers.
scabs. :rolleyes:
Blueberries in early August. You have to climb to the top of Buck Mountain (about a 2 hour climb and very steep). The reward is the view at the top where you can see all of Lake George and on a clear day, almost as far as Lake Placid.
The bonus is the top of the mountain is covered with thousands of blueberry bushes.
Well, stop it or it’ll never heal! :mad:
Lychee, an indigenous Chinese fruit. Extremely good. Yum.
I like to pick my seat…for the ballgame.
And apples in September, and strawberries. Good season this year. Raspberries are my favorite, but never picked them, maybe this year.