Bog Girl’s First Cranberry Harvest – Day 1

It should not have come as such a big surprise to me that my first cranberry harvest felt like a homecoming.

Still it’s taken me nearly a month to realize that what had so deeply touched me about the whole experience was something that was already very much a part of me.

You see I grew up on an old deserted cranberry bog, right behind our house.

The bog was like a secret world to me,  way out beyond the pines and silver leafs that have long since overtaken the cranberry vines and hidden the bog from view.

I can remember spending hours out there playing hide ‘n seek with our kitties, riding gallant stick horses and jumping the ditches and often falling into them, which was all part of the fun!

What’s more, our family house was built on the site of the Kendrick Barrel Factory that burned down in the 1950’s; they made cranberry crates and fish boxes.

This fall I happened to ask the local Chamber if anyone knew when the cranberries were going to be harvested. And everyone told me the same thing, “It’s different every year, just keep checking and one day, it’ll happen!”

So I became a “bog stalker”. For weeks I drove by Jenkins’ Bog off Headwater Drive here in Harwich, checking to see if anything had happened yet.

Finally, one day I noticed that the bog was filling with water. I’d heard it could take up to 18 inches of water to harvest the ripened berries, and it sure looked like it was well on its way to reach that goal.

Right off the bat I spotted some new friends who seemed enthralled with the sudden emergence of a whole new feeding ground!

As for me, I was feeling mesmerized by the sight of the cranberries that were already floating in the still blue water.

I could see many, many more just below the surface, still nestled among their vines.

But this was no time to dawdle; the harvesters were arriving in their trucks.

Time to get to work!

Signs were posted asking visitors to keep out of the water.

We were being given the chance to witness, up close, a real live crop harvest, Cape Cod style. It didn’t seem like too much to ask.

Just then I noticed up ahead that one of the water reel harvesters, “egg-beaters” as they call them, had arrived.

The odd-looking gas-powered machine rolled slowly down into the water.

Driven by a single operator…

The harvester was carefully guided through the bog; the spinning rollers on the front of the machine stirred up the water.

Someone mentioned that the smaller roller on the one side might be helpful handling cranberries along the edges of the bog.

So much to see and learn, and the magic had only just begun!

From where I stood I could see how the agitation caused by the eggbeater was literally shaking the cranberries loose from their vines.

Hundreds of tiny berries were flipping in all directions in the churning water…

Catching the light as they flew along in the froth and bubbles.

And once the eggbeater moved along by, the berries remained behind, floating on the surface of the water. Like tiny bobbers!

I found myself drawn to the movements and reflections of the berries along the edges of the bog.

Clusters of berries and leaves, constantly moving, would temporarily join, then break away and join with others.

The sight was so calming to me, almost hypnotic.

Reluctantly, at long last, I looked down at my watch and realized that I had to go.

Just as I turned to leave, one of the farm hands gave me such a look of longing, almost as if he was asking why I had to leave so soon.

But I promised him I’d be back, tomorrow for sure.

After all, I was home in the bog once again!  😉

Check out Part II – “Berry Roundup, Day 2”!


Say Hello to Marmee Mondays!

We all know that Mondays can be pretty darn tough.

Which is why I have chosen Mondays as the day to post some Marmee love, so let Marmee Monday begin!

Blog-Marmee296I’m hoping that soaking up some of this redheaded Cape Cod girl’s unique brand of sunshine will give us all the energy boost we need to help us kick off our week in a better way!


Say, if this goes well, Marmee could even be our Monday mascot! Encouraging us all to reach forward and embrace our Mondays rather than dread them like we used to.


To be bold, to stick our noses in, and test the waters without fear.


Marmee would say we need plenty of chin scritches to keep us loose and relaxed, no more clenching of the jaw on Monday for us!


And plenty of ear rubs to chase away those Monday morning blues…


And head massages, to drive all those negative Monday thoughts right out of our minds. Why, Mondays won’t stand a chance now with Marmee on our side!


And —

Say wait a minute!

What’s wrong with our Marmee? Why, she seems, I think she’s sinking, lower, and lower… Oh dear, I fear we may be losing her.


Surely our faithful mascot will rally, to cheer us on this Monday morning.


Then again…


Maybe not.


Oh well, poor Marmee, I guess she just got tired with all the excitement.

I do hope she made you smile, even just a little, for your Monday morning!

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‘Til next time thank you for visiting us here at Images of Cape Cod!

Sally (and Marmee)(well, sort of)

My Cape Cod Girl

Everyone who knows me, knows that my world revolves around a little redheaded girl named Marmee.

Marmee291For those of you who don’t know Marmee yet, I wrote a blog about her a couple of years ago that might help tell the story. I titled it, “The Milliner’s Muse“.

I often post images of my redhead feline on Facebook. Several of Marmee’s fans have asked me to include her in this new blog, Images of Cape Cod.

Well she is, after all, a Cape Cod girl who rocks, fills and inspires my Cape Cod world!

I wonder what she would think of the idea……….


Well there you have it. We just got the paw’s UP, straight from the girlie herself.

It looks like you can expect to see Marmee here again real soon.

‘Til next time, thank you for visiting Images of Cape Cod!