Matthew and Maggie just came into the house with about a gallon of wild black raspberries they had picked in the field at the top of the hill. Yesterday they had picked enough for dessert for everyone; I ate mine at lunch today, and they were really good, although they left a mildly bitter aftertaste. I’m told that there are lots more berries where those came from, all over the property; in fact, the weeds we curse the most in our garden turn out to be wild black raspberry plants.
Another experiment is in the offing, I guess. How many can we pick before the birds take them out? Are they valued at all around here? Can we make anything out of them?