beauty in the bog

I have always had a soft spot for bogs.

Yesterday, Zoe & Matt showed Mark & me their cranberry bog.  Even if we hadn't come home laden with fruit, it would have been a marvelous morning.  Frost outlined the leaves of the wintergreen.

Larches flaunted their fall foliage.

Blueberry bushes were almost bare, but back in July they offered some thrills of their own.  As for the cranberries...we picked until our fingers were too cold to pick any more.  Didn't make a dent.  But while I paused to admire the springy sphagnum moss beneath the berries, I couldn't bring myself to pull out my camera.  Why?  Because I am greedy.  Time spent photographing was time not spent picking.  I regret it only a little.

Now the dilemma is what to make with my bounty.  I'm considering chutney and gin.  There are enough berries for both.