When I was growing up dad kept a lovely veg and fruit garden. We had blackcurrants, redcurrants, whitecurrants, gooseberries, raspberries, loganberries, strawberries (alpine), rhubarb, apples (bramley seedling and cox's orange pippin), pears, greengage and other plums whose name I have forgotten (
) they had a golden fruit with red and gold skins and on the veg side we had runner beans, broad beans, carrots, turnips, parsnips, new potatoes, cabbage, kale, purple flowering broccoli, spinach, onions, asparagus, parsley (and I used to grow radishes).
There was an elder tree near where we lived and dad used to hoist us precariously up to the top of the wall behind which grew the tree and then encourage us to reach in as far as possible to get some of the elderflowers for champagne. He once slammed on the brakes on a little Irish country road when we were returning from a holiday and shouted 'mushrooms!' -- led us all into the field beside the road armed with beach buckets and whatever other containers we could find and we picked until we could find no more room to put them anywhere in the car. That was the occasion when I decided to see for myself what would happen if I put my hand on an electric fence 
We were once swimming at a beach south of Dublin when a school of mackerel drove a school of smelts into the waves and pretty much onto the shore. Almost everyone on the beach grabbed buckets from children's hands and waded into the waves, scooping up dinner 'on the hoof' as it were...