As you can see in this photo of me in 1949, I have always loved raspberries. We have a thicket of raspberry plants next to the garage, and the photo on the right shows the most recent picking of ripe berries. Our vines produce two crops each summer, and the crops are bigger every other year. This year is a bountiful one. The early summer taste good, these late ones taste even better.
Raspberries don’t ship very well. They are fragile, spoil quickly, and yield their juice at the slightest pressure. The ones sold in grocery stores must be a special variety, bred for their ability to stand travel, so they are firmer and much less sweet. Even ours will begin to go bad by the next day, providing an ready excuse to devour them quickly. They are excellent stirred into a batch of Greek yogurt with a little granola thrown in if desired.
I have written before about how lovely it was to walk around my old neighborhood in what had been an Italian part of Portland, Oregon. My daughter and I would pick figs, pears, apples, plums and blackberries which were abundant in the area. I haven’t seen any local figs here, so they probably need a warmer climate. As you can tell from my posts, I am loving the height of summer and the abundance of fruit. Soon apples will fill the farm stands, a clear sign that autumn has begun in New England.
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I so miss living in a place where fruit trees and bushes grow in places you can just pick. 🙂 Fresh is always so much better.
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Where do you live now?
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I grew up in the country………..now, not so much! 🙂
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I have a funny history with raspberries. They were always my least favourite berry, because I found them to be rather ‘hairy’. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are right. I never thought of that.
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My mouth is watering. Ours have finished except for a very small number of late ones which the birds eat.
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Somehow we ended up with a late variety.
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Ah, I used to have raspberries in the garden where I lived in the past, and froze loads of them!
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If we could ever pause in munching, we might freeze some.
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😄😄
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wow, what a good harvest 🙂
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I don’t see your tricycle.
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There’s nothing like fresh fruit! I only got a few raspberries this year. Fortunately the wild blackberries made up for it. And hopefully the 5 apples on my little tree will hang on for another month! 😊
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My poor little apple tree once again was raided by squirrels. The peril of a dwarf tree I guess.
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What a beautiful crop you have!
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They thrive on neglect. Good thing since I neglect them.
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You’ve lived on both sides of the US!
My parents had fig trees in West Tennessee, but every once in a while harsh winter weather set them back.
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We love coasts! My mother-iin-law in Louisiana had fig trees and was famous for her fig preserves.
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Our grandson Nathaniel found figs for sale in a Charlotte grocery store and made fig preserves. He is a culinary student and plans to use the preserves in a fancy dessert;.
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How lovely to have a cook in the family.
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Love fresh raspberries!
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Lovely post Elizabeth. Our Spring has sprung here already!
Bless you,
Jennifer
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That’s right. And you are walking around upside down. Quite a trick.
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😀
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These look delicious, Elizabeth.
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They were.
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I like raspberries but have little success in growing them.They seemed to be the posh version of blackberries which we have just started to collect (along with hazelnuts) this week. I think of the two I, fortunately, prefer the brambles
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I prefer blackberries too, but raspberries here really do thrive on neglect. We have also found wild raspberries on our walks.
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