Pick Your Own
40 farms within about an hour of San Francisco, and 23 with something ripe right now.
A note when the season turns nearby. Nothing else, and you can stop any time.
The longest season on the list, and the easiest afternoon out. Variety decides ripeness more than the calendar does.
The shortest season of anything here, two or three weeks, and the one fruit that does not travel at all. If a farm has them, go that week.
Dull black rather than shiny, and worth the thorns. Marionberries are the ones worth driving for.
The most forgiving thing to pick with children, and the only berry here that keeps for a fortnight.
A peach without the fuzz, and less forgiving, because nothing hides the bruises.