When I was a kid a neighbor across the street would let us pick cherries off the tree in his front yard. And a guy my dad worked with had pear trees, so we got those too and my mom canned a bunch. We had a peach tree, strawberries, raspberries, and rhubarb in the garden, and grapes growing past the top of six foot high fences. There were crab apples at the elementary school, and something that looked like tiny orange colored cherries on a tree I walked past on the way there. A house on the corner had apple trees, and anything hanging over the fence was fair game. There was something to eat growing everywhere I went. We got as many black walnuts as we wanted from my mom's friend. They're great in chocolate fudge and so-so in cookies. We picked chokecherries in the woods and my mom made delicious jelly out of them. We picked blueberries in between four foot tall anthills in the woods too. It's not much fun when you have ants in your pants. Inch long carpenter ants.
Free snacks aren't as plentiful for me now, but a neighbor told me about these big trees at the back of the church parking lot. He said they were mulberries but I thought mulberries grew on a bush. Possibly a bush that a monkey chased a weasel all around. Long story short, I can walk across the street and eat as many mulberries as I want when they're in season. And I suppose I could eat the hickory nuts that the squirrels bring me from 3 houses down.
Long story longer, last summer a friend and I were riding our ATVs in an area many of us rode around before. Some of them snowmobile there too. There are 2 hills we climbed, back and forth, down one and up the other a few times. We stopped for a break at the top of one hill on the edge of a wide open field in the woods. I went back to the top of other hill and wondered what was just a stone's throw away among the trees. Wild blueberries! In all the years he rode past them he never knew they were there. The bushes were full of black blueberries and light blue ones too. When I showed my friend he got excited and said that I found the mother lode. That was the day I found my thrill, on blueberry hill. I ate everything I picked but he took some back to the cabin for pancakes. Wild blueberries almost always ripen a couple of weeks after we all go home from our Fourth of July vacation. These got a lot of sun on one side since it was an open area, and ripened early.