"While driving through Ohio in an old Pontiac, a young girl's Chinese immigrant parents spot watercress growing wild in a ditch by the side of the road. They stop the car, grabbing rusty scissors and an old paper bag, and the whole family wades into the mud to gather as much as they can. At first, she's embarrassed. Why can't her family just get food from the grocery store, like everyone else? But when her mother shares a bittersweet story of her...

When Ms. Day's class takes a field trip to an apple orchard, Fluffy the guinea pig goes along, but will he ever get to eat his apple?

George helps with the harvest, and discovers that making cider can be even more exciting than picking apples.

"Two sisters have waited all spring and summer to pick berries with their ningiuq, their grandmother. They've gone fishing, dug for clams, and by the time late summer arrives, it's finally time for berries! Ninguiq and the girls head out to pick berries, rain or shine--nothing will stop Ningiuq! Through driving rain and early autumn snow the girls and Ningiuq pick as many sweet berries as their buckets can hold. The hard work is all worth it to enjoy...

Autumn brings the first frost, migrating geese, burning leaves, and a fine harvest.

A young farm girl and her family bring in the new harvest and celebrate with prayers, songs, and a festive meal.

It's Apple Harvest Day at the Pinkville Orchard.

"A young girl and her mother travel through the English countryside to visit their mulberry tree, picking the best mulberries for baking a delicious pie, in a celebration of family traditions and spending time with someone you love."--

"Join Kit and Kaboodle as they pick apples on the farm in this Level 2 Highlights Puzzle Reader. Kids can help the duo by finding items for their journey in six Hidden Pictures puzzles that double as story illustrations"--

Mother Raspberry made the best jam in the valley; it even tamed the savage wolf. "Not far from the village, in a white cottage nestled in the woods, lived old Mother Raspeberry. Every year in late summer when the berries were ripe, the small house bustled with children. Carefully they crushed the freshly picked berries and boiled them slowly in a large copper kettle, until the whole valley smelled of Mother Raspberry's famous jam. In winter when...