Double shot for the autumn

I first got introduced to sea buckthorns in my late twenties by my Mom. They rarely grow wild as south as my home was but she had discovered a few bushes by the sea nevertheless. It was by a summer cottage of the local war veterans club, where she had been asked to be the secretary of the ladies section. No one else was interested in picking them so we headed to get what we could. I remember standing in the cold water with my wellies on, hubby & my dad somewhere nearby, the october wind was chilly by the sea and my fingers were totally numb and red from the cold and the spines.

It was such a tricky job we didn't get much really. But I remember carefully savoring every spoonful that autumn - and don't know if it was the berries super rich with vitamins and flavonoids, or something else, but didn't get any colds.

For two or three years we would go and pick the berries, but, eventually, my mom quit the secretary task claiming she couldn't keep the notes because she had hard time remembering what had been said in their meetings. The first signs of the Alz I think. Not That it would have mattered - the other ladies were ten year older than her and I don't think the meeting memos where of great importance...

Today I headed, not to the spiky bushes by the cold shores, but to the rainy market square filled with fishermen. Decided I'd do my shopping by the ones who come from the part of the country where I grew up. And so I did, enjoyed the familiar way of chatting. And got my vitamins and some local bread, too. Yum!