Why are there no berries?

Tales from our cabin - 26. - 29. August 2022

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Now it was time for the berry-picking weekend. Unfortunately, Guðrún and I knew that there were, not much of blueberries this year. We had already seen that there was little bloom on the heather. We don't know what's to blame. We think it is likely that it froze this spring after the heather bloomed. Despite that we were going to try to pick some blueberries, so we'd have some blueberry jam this winter.

Saturday was extremely beautiful so I was tempted to walk up the hill above Brautarlækur. I wanted to get some photographs. Meanwhile, mom and Gudrun picked the few berries that was to be found. The walk up the hill was worth it because I got beautiful panoramic views from the cliffs up there. The berry pickers had not been, as expected, as successful.

On Sunday, Guðrún and I kept, stubbornly, on with the berry picking. My mother had on the other hand had enough. She was exhausted after the hard work the day before. In the end, we managed to pick over four liters of blueberries, which Guðrún quickly jammed. The result was 25 jars of jam. At home, Guðrún picked some blackcurrants and redcurrants so there we had an few more jars of jam. It must now be said that the summer of 2022 is the very worst berry summer we remember.