We moved into our house almost two years ago. We share it with my mom and it is an old house, split up into a two family house on 7 acres. Every season we are still finding surprises - the hundreds of bulbs that came up last year that I hadn't planted, the prolific grapevine behind the chicken house, the chicken door that happened to be in the exact spot of the outbuilding where I built the chicken coop, the three pear trees hidden along different tree lines. Somehow last summer we managed to miss that we have huge thickets of wild black raspberries.
They don't come ripe all at once, and Jack and I have been trying to spend about an hour a day picking them. Picking raspberries is hard work. Our arms and hands are scratched, but wow, these raspberries are delicious. Like a cross between a blackberry and a raspberry.
I've been saving all the berries in bags in the freezer. When we are done picking, we'll make jam. I think that there season may be coming to an end, a few of our smaller patches haven't had much in the last few days. I want to get the all the berries we can, but I can't say I'll miss playing Brer Rabbit. I will miss ending my nights with this view though.
