I was speaking with a friend about elderberries which brought back childhood memories of the time when my parents, my brother and I went elderberry picking in the forest that surrounded our home away from home, our trailer by the sea that we went to every weekend. Bags overflowing with elderberries my parents made juice out of them the following week. They sat the bottles into the kitchen onto the washing machine and we headed off again to the sea…. What a big surprise awaited us when we returned that Sunday evening and came into the kitchen: a purple red stainy mess all over the place, as the bottles had imploded during our absence with the juice splattered everywhere!! I do remember that even the ceiling got hit by it. My dad threw a fit (for once my brother and I were not to be blamed). Him and my mum never attempted making elderberry juice again. They did however try their hand at making apple juice… All I remember is the juicing machine and the sound it made, so I guess all must have gone well with that!
Oil pastels on watercolor paper, 8″ × 1o"