It’s black raspberry season here at the ole palatial estate and fortunately there’s not enough of them to actually bake anything so I’ll just have to eat them off the vine, one at a time. Darn.
Berries. Yum.
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I hate it when that happens.
that is one of my favorite childhood memories…just think, this time next year June will be out there pickin’ and eatin’ with you
Nice! We actually have a patch here at work (well, technically it belongs to our commercial organic farming neighbor – he doesn’t miss ‘em). We make sure the coast is clear, then dash out there when we need a break. The only evidence is the purple-pink stains on my keyboard.