Though I have traditionally been on the cautious side, my wife has readily enjoyed the benefits of the public cornucopia. One of my earliest memories of this is camping at Craig Lake in the U.P. and finding some wild blueberries. She, I, and another friend made blueberry pancakes, with the blueberries that survived our happy taste buds.
Now, the twins and I take bike rides in the fall and pick mulberries from the trees along the Flint River Trail. It makes for happy messy times. I look forward to making it a foursome when our new one is old enough.