July 11, 2013
These are our first raspberrys in this bed. We have tried other locations, but this one is proving to be the best. The rain has made weeding the bed an almost a forgotten task, but the berries don’t care. They are giving us fruit daily. The grandkids ate a bushel I think, but there are still plenty to be enjoyed.
I fondly remember the big patch of raspberries that my grandpa and gramma Rice had. They grew in the corner of the hayfield near the house. The rows were long forgotten, but the big unruly patch yielded what seemed like “tons” of raspberries. My gramma, who never wasted anything, picked those berries by the bucket full. We ate them all year long thanks to her efforts and a freezer.
I can close my eyes and taste the freshly churned homemade ice cream. The raspberries were thrown in when the ice cream was almost done and YUM, what a delight it was to eat. I pick our berries as they ripen. I always eat the biggest, ripest one…savoring the taste and remembering my gramma. It truly is a Raspberry Delight 😮
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