I plunked down on a rock next to the trail and like a bear in a berry patch, started wolfing sun warmed ripe black raspberries. My sister had called last week to tell me she'd picked enough black raspberries for a pie. I couldn't even remember the last time I had them. The wild raspberries here are all red, I told her. Sissy, I lied. Apparently we do have them, though we definitely do not have blackberries, my personal favorite. I wonder why...? Anywho, I spied these while hiking. Couldn't let them go to waste. They really are better than red raspberrries. But there was not enough for a pie.
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that doesn't happen everyday. wish you all the best.
Our black raspberries are ripe, too, and it's a bumper year. Each patch ripens on its own schedule, but they'll all be done in another week and a half, probably. The blackberries will come in toward the end of the month. You can also be looking for lowbush blueberries right now.
Done in another week of so? Bummer, I was sorta planning on going back to check them again, but I am leaving for California in a few days. I wonder if California has wild raspberries?
A trail-side treat for sure.
Sweet and warm and soft on the parched tongue....ummmmmm....
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