During lunch I took myself over to the neighbor’s house and picked two quarts of raspberries, which is enough to make a batch of jam with but didn’t strike me as ‘too much’. Although, I have to tell you, that in looking at the berry bushes, I find it hard to believe they’ve actually done any picking. Well. At least not on the end that they told me I could pick from, next to the road and away from the house. There wasn’t any evidence of berries having been picked. There were a few empty stems, but there were quite a few berries lying on the ground, too.
I really really wanna plant raspberry bushes along the back fence in our back yard. I suppose August is probably not the right time of year to be planting raspberries. :)
Mmm, raspberries. There used to be a huge patch of wild raspberries near my grandmothers house, back then. Happy summer memories :) I wonder what kind of berries are likely to be growable on a balcony…
We had raspberry bushes all around the house I grew up in and we had planted blueberry bushes when I was a wee tot.
The people who bought the house when my mom had to sell ripped out all of the raspberry and blueberry bushes. It’s horrific.
WAUGH. Those people are BAD!