ith all the amazing health news they are learning about black raspberries. (They can repair damaged skin from the sun, fight oral cancer), there is nothing quite like waking up in the morning, on the lake, on a cool sunny day, the house still shaded in the morning sun, walking a few steps down the lane to find these.
The boys, yes, they have their fish. But, I have my black raspberries. There is nothing quite like standing in a black raspberry patch, picking, and and hearing the murmuring sound of munching at your knees. All of the boys love these. But their buckets are empty — no matter how long they stand there picking. Their hands are stained purple, but they munch and munch.
And to know that on your agenda for the day is to pick up a frozen pie shell (we are at the lake, after all,), and make black raspberry pie.
Or maybe, angel food cake with fresh berries.
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I’m waiting on ours – they still aren’t ripe. I think are season is later.
Hope you are enjoying your family time. The pictures are heavenly.
Did I just say ‘are season’? Please, someone, get me some water. Obviously, I am brain-dead.
I love black raspberries. We used to pick them along the railroad tracks when I was a kid. My mom would freeze some from the summer and when it started to get cold, she’d pull them out for a little taste of summer.