I´m planning to post Christmas activities from now until we leave for our ski trip to Italy. For Day 1 I have this red berry bush called the madroño. The shield of Madrid has a bear and the berry bush, though there aren't any bears anymore. The fruit ripens up just in time for Christmas, though my Spanish teacher tells me they are only good for marmalade and liquor.
Here's one of my little bears.
The boys pick them at school and then the other kids raid their stashes. The mean things the kids do make me sad, but my kids are laughing about it, so I guess that's best. My heart breaks for the kids are terrorized by that sort of thing. For example, one friend hid berries in his hat, and an enemy squashed it on his head. The enemies also pee on the stashes. Now that's just juvenile, but very Spanish. Three times has someone whipped it out in my near proximity. Not like flashing, I should say, just doing their business, in public, in front of me. Ugh. My kids seem to have the sense to know that it's better to be the one looking and finding than the one teasing and spoiling.
Here's a close up. They really are pretty with orange and red and yellow all together. They taste a little like apricots but squishy with little chalky grains throughout. I have a box that Wyatt insisted on picking. I guess I should turn them into jam before they spoil, but I don't like them enough to be motivated.
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