First of all, I know raspberries grow here. I read Cynthia’s post and loved her rules for maximum enjoyment. So hop over there by clicking on the link. Her berries look delicious, don’t they?
I also happen to know where some black raspberries grow in the wild. I have been going there for a long time, several times in July, and picking just enough to eat a few as I go and then enough for a few breakfasts with yogurt until the next batch is ripe for picking.
I have been going to my secret spot for so long that I can recognize the directional matting of the underbrush that shows where the deer have walked to get their share of the berries. Can you see the evidence of their trail in the photo below?
I love the hunt for berries and I love the way I inhale with glee when I spot them for the first time in the season. The older I get, perhaps my glee comes from actually remembering where they are! The berries in the photo below will be ready in a couple of days.
I only picked enough for a few days. The berries are wild and the deer and birds let me share, so I don’t want to be greedy.
I tasted a few, but I am saving most of them to share with Goodnight. They are not too sweet and not tart. They are just right!