The Thing about Berries
Raspberries, the Thing about Raspberries
Okay, so it has been a horrible gardening season, and a horrible farming season here in the Greater Bippus Area. With the worst drought in who knows how long, folks gardens just didn’t produce like they are used to.
We had some days in February where the temps hit eighty. And then the frost came after the fruit trees were covered in flowers. And then the dry season, where (some of us) folks ran the sprinkler just about every stinkin day.
But Then There’s the Berries
With all that calamity, the people that had berries might have done alright. As old Uncle Milton recalls, the last week of May the strawberries made an appearance. It certainly wasn’t any earth-shattering performance, but there were some strawberries.
They continued performing through June. About the time the strawberries petered out, the blackberries started coming on. No great shakes here, just some good snackin on those fine, tasty morsels. And as they were slowing down, the raspberries started ramping up.
Did Old Uncle Milton say ramping up? Well, the rasperries really didn’t ramp up. They did provide some tasty treats towards the end of blackberry season. But just a taste.
But now, in the last week of summer, those raspberries seem to have a mind of their own. All of a sudden, they have decided that it is time to Put on the Ritz. And brother, they have kicked it into high gear. For the past couple weeks, we have been picking the raspberries, and picking them every day, and they just keep coming. Like General Custer said about the Indians at the Little Big Horn- they just keep coming and coming.
The thing about raspberries is that one cannot eat too many of them. Trust me, one cannot eat too many. There is some kind of self regulating system in place. As delicious as they are, as good as they are for you, there is just no upper end to the quantity one can eat.
If you do not have raspberry bushes in your yard, you owe it to yourself to plant some next spring. You won’t have a harvest during that season, (or at least you aren’t supposed to), but after that, you will be thanking your old Uncle Milton. Yes, indeed. Buy some. Plant some.
You will be glad you did.