I remember my mom when we moved to the farm in Missouri.
I can see her now running around on the place saying, Oh my huckleberries, elderberries, goose berries, raspberries black berries, lambs quarters, poke salad, mushrooms,
You would have thought she had went to heaven.
She knew every plant and berry you could eat on the place and surrounding area.
I think the first homemade wine I ever had was homemade elderberry wine when I was 8 or 9.
I was always allowed one or two glasses with my meal.
Worth