Friday, June 23, 2006

Never enough

I simply cannot get enough. If half of our property were planted in black raspberries, it would not be enough. Every night for the last three nights, my dinner has consisted of almost a pint of black raspberries, in addition to all the sugar snap peas I eat while weeding and tending the garden. I get scratched (because my half-assed training attempt failed and they sprawl everywhere), and sweaty, and dirty, but it is so very, very worth it. I guess half of the appeal is that they are so very brief. And they bring back memories of being a kid. My brother and sister and I would get geared up at the end of every June. On what always turned out to be the hottest day, the berries would be a peak ripeness. We would put on long pants and long-sleeved shirts and hats and shoes and socks and head out behind our house. There was a large field surrounded with woods, and at the edge were many, many black raspberries. There were also a few hedgerows and then a long line of businesses and parking lots, behind which were woods, so the entire long line was fringed with berry bushes. We would pick easily 20 quarts at least. As much as we could carry. My mom would make pies and jam and for our dinner on the night we picked, we were allowed to have a giant bowl of sugared berries served on melty vanilla ice-cream. We would come back with bleeding fingers and poison ivy and more bug bites than you coudl shake a stick at, but it was so worth it. They are probably my favorite fruit.

Three very guilty chickens. The rooster is still with us. I just can't decide if I want to get rid of him yet. But he leads the girls to do very bad things. Like create dust baths in newly mulched beds and rooting up the maltese cross.








5 Comments:

Blogger Liz said...

Mmmm....black raspberries. They are so beautiful.

I just picked my first pint of strawberries this afternoon.... can't wait until I have more.

7:10 PM  
Anonymous Judith said...

Black raspberries! How lovely. I don't have that luxury. Those roosters are trouble makers, huh?

1:20 PM  
Blogger meresy_g said...

Very much trouble makers. And on cloudy days he gets confused apparently and crows off and on most of the morning. Roosters don't understand "NO!" I should have taken your advice Judith and started clicker training early.

9:33 AM  
Anonymous Amy Stewart said...

Great chicken pictures. Mine have discovered the berries and when they can't find any more at ground level to eat, they fly up on my shoulder when I'm out picking and get very agitated when they realize I'm not taking each juicy berry and placing it in their greedy little beaks. After all, don't I exist to feed them?

12:21 PM  
Blogger meresy_g said...

Yes, we exist to feed them, and move pots around so they can gobble all the bugs that are huddled underneath. My chickens actually sit and wait for me to move pots for them.

1:40 PM  

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