I finally got my act together, marked my mental calendar, and spent the day picking wild saskatoons. None of these bloated U-Pick berries where you can fill a basket in twenty minutes. Hell, no. For over two hours of work I have a pint of pint-sized berries that will pop the buttons right off your jammies. Granted, half the bag’s made up of squished caterpillars and the shrivelled leavings from last year’s crop that the birds wouldn’t eat. But hey, you can’t get more green and local than this. Well, maybe if you do a face-plant in a compost heap and inhale, but you get my drift.