I’ve found more raspberries!
When we built our house, a lot of ground was disrupted. I looked and looked, hoping for wild blackberries and raspberries, but didn’t find any. Now I’ve found both–and lots of them! There’s a huge patch of wild blackberries back behind the house, on the hillside between the house and BP-land. And I’m finding more small patches of wild raspberries all the time, up and down the driveway and even up by the house.
Over the past few years, desperate for my own berries, we’ve planted a number of bushes–blackberry (the thornless kind), blueberries, elderberries, and raspberries. I’ll get a few berries this year off those plants.
I’m excited about the berries we’ve planted, and I was very excited about finding the wild blackberry patch (which is huge!), but I’m even more excited about the raspberries because I just wasn’t expecting that at all. Wild blackberries are more common around here than wild raspberries, so it feels like magic.
One of the patches of wild raspberries along the driveway:
Every day, I check on my newly-discovered magic berries.
I collect them as they ripen for fear the birds will get them if I wait till they are all ripe. I expect eventually I might get a whole cup OR SO! But that is not the point!
See, I’m not raspberry picking. I’m collecting. Raspberry picking sounds like it might involve a bucket. This just involves a little baggie. I collect raspberries, savoring each one, holding onto them like prized possessions, tucking them away at some times, at other times showing them off. Picking is about quantity.
Collecting is all about the journey……