I have been searching for an elderberry bush for years and years, but have not been successful.
Finally, I spotted some this summer in full white bloom....in the back field, about a two minute walk from our sweet little apartment. I didn't pick the flowers; I was waiting for the berries. Yesterday we all walked to the back field and my husband trudged through the prickers till he harvested what was ripe and had not been eaten by the deer & birds...a whole bag full of fresh elder berries.
|Walking to the back field with Mama & Dada|
|Elderberries freshly cut from the bush|
|A whole bowl full, ready to be picked|
|Little hands like to help too!|
|The final harvest. |
Next step: fresh elderberry syrup!