Many of us have happy memories of sitting in strawberry fields as children with our families, eating more of the ripe red fruit than we save. For me, it wasn't long ago that I was tromping around the tundra of the Northwest Territories with elders, children and friends, laughing and picking cranberries in the midnight sun. Somehow berries taste different when you pick them yourself.
Maybe it is the smell of the fresh air or the warmth of the sun, but it just feels good to be connected to the land. + MORE