Our friends have about a bazillion raspberries this year, and we offered to help pick them.  WOW!!!  What a treat!!  A treat for us because we get to bring home the ones we pick, and a treat for them, to not to have to pick them (that day.)

 

I never knew that I liked raspberries until I got to pick them myself.  That was last year.  I think I ate more raspberries in one day than I had eaten in the whole of my life.

 

Well, this year when we offered to pick, Nancy threatened to weigh us before we went in and again when we came out.  That was Momma’s joke about me picking strawberries when I was little:  After they weighed our buckets, they weighed ME before, and then again after “picking.”  I have always loved picking strawberries.

 

But picking raspberries is different:  you don’t have to bend over and look under the leaves, you get to stand up and pluck the berries off their hulls.  They separate from the hulls easily when they are ripe, and when they are too ripe they turn to mush in your fingers and you have to eat them.  

 

We picked about 2 quarts, not counting the ones we ate.  And as you can see from the picture, there are another zillion that will ripen over the next month.  A whole month of raspberries!!!!  We now call August “the month of Raspberry.”

 

 

HAPPY GARDENERS!!!