Aww, they’re back! Those luscious, lip-smacking, little jewels of sweetness! Also, known as black raspberries. My friend Stephanie and I rode the 4-wheelers out back and searched the parameters of the tree lines. Quick stops when we see a patch of red and black.
We found a big pile of poo in the patch. I always ask my husband if it is bear poo, because they have been seen in our county. He always says no, it’s raccoon poo. I think he tells me that so I will keep going out in the woods.
I left my key in the on position on my 4-wheeler and when I got back, the battery was dead. Or so I thought. So, we rode together on one machine the last hour of our picking. When Tom went out with me to get it, he said you probably forgot to get it out of gear before shutting it off. And sure enough, I had. Ooops! At least we didn’t have to tow it back to the house.
I should have enough raspberries after another picking to make a batch of jam. I can hardly wait. Maybe I’ll add some jalapenos…