My friend, Amy grows raspberries. The other day I went out there with my sister, neice and a few of the little ones.
There is something about picking raspberries....There is no fast way to do it. One at a time, gently pulling each berry--forced to slow down to the rhythm of nature.The sun warmed my skin and lit up the berries like Christmas lights as I moved the leafy branches aside to find the edible rubies where they hid.
There is something about picking raspberries....There is no fast way to do it. One at a time, gently pulling each berry--forced to slow down to the rhythm of nature.The sun warmed my skin and lit up the berries like Christmas lights as I moved the leafy branches aside to find the edible rubies where they hid.
I got the sense that I was doing something good and natural and that connection to the earth that modern life blurs or obliterates, hummed in me. The children delighted in the process and my quiet introspection was only now and then interrupted by pleasant conversation.
Raspberries are so pretty in their plainness. And when you pop them into your mouth their sweet tangy-ness tastes like sunny days, popsicles and tree climbing while hinting at something classier somehow--rich desserts and wedding cakes...Mmmmm...
At $2 per pound it is a bargain to pick them yourself (around $8 per pound at the store). I made a pie and a batch of jam after we snacked on some fresh. Delicious. Can't wait to do it again.
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"Always have respect for her, Little One," she would tell me as a child, "for she has none for you; and the way Man treats her, can you blame her?"
"Fight her," she said, "and you will lose in the end. She is much bigger than you, endures longer than you, and is prettier than you."
And with that, she would tweak my nose and laugh.
Thanks for dropping my blog and commenting, Roland (in between blood runs.)
Where do you pick your berries? My friends and I go out to Oak Glen sometimes...that's the closest place I know of that has berries to pick.
Great post - now I want fresh berries!