Last weekend me, my husband, JYL and the Gypsy Runner returned to Redwood Park to see how the berries were getting along. The yields were not very impressive, but we scrounged up a few handfuls of wild strawberries (Fragaria vesca californica), thimbleberries (Rubus parviflorus), and plenty of blackberries (Rubus something or other–these berries were more long and tapering than the Rubus armeniacus I usually see). The only target that eluded us was the chaparral currants, which are mostly still in flower.
Finally, on the way back, we encountered this plant, which I was embarrassingly unable to identify. We were particularly curious whether the fruits represented something that would eventually be edible: