Picking Huckleberries
Monday, November 10th, 2008There are moments that life creates for you that are tender, special and sit apart from the usual. That is when moments become memories, and the video of everyday is slowed. This past Sunday my husband, daughter and I had one of these moments just at a time when it was needed most. We were in East Texas at our little hunting and fishing cabin for the weekend. We heard that there were some huckleberries at the side of the road on the way to Shelton Lake.
Let’s go!
Here they are! Let’s pick some for a much needed treat.
We’ll need about 3 to 4 cups for a comforting cobbler. There are tons! We’ll have plenty.
How beautiful they are.
I got choked up knowing that my daughter would always remember this, as would my husband and I. After a difficult week for all of us, there was comfort found in picking fresh huckleberries that would go into a warm, homemade cobbler for us all to share.
Ever the loyal and vigilant dog, Shiner stood guard at the base of the huckleberry tree. He took it upon himself to keep the squirrels at bay. Good dog.

The last huckleberry. We’ll leave it for another time, another much needed cobbler.




