We have a raspberry patch on our farm, and the raspberries are starting to roll in. A few days ago Carmen and I picked a few cups of black raspberries, and we’ve picked two more times since then.
Black raspberries are so good. I love to pluck them off of the vine, because the ripe ones usually slip right off.
Carmen is holding 100 black raspberries. Believe me, it was hard to stack these all in her hands, they kept falling off.
The problem with raspberries are the thorns. You wouldn’t exactly call them comfortable. 😄
Our silly dog has learned to pick the raspberries right off of the vines. It seems like the thorns would poke her, but I guess not. 😛
I find raspberry vines quite pretty with all the different colors. Pink, maroon, purple, black…
It’s fun to go raspberry picking and then discover your hands have been dyed pink and red by the juicy berries.
Note to self: Next time, don’t go barefoot.
Hopefully we’ll have some fat and juicy red raspberries soon.
Do you go raspberry or blackberry picking?
Has anyone noticed anything strange about this post? 😛