One of the things I remember fondly from my childhood was the raspberry bush behind our house. I cannot imagine how many I ate straight off the bush. It was a regular part of summer.
I wanted my own children to have that same opportunity, so a few years ago we planted some raspberries and other berries in the back yard. Raspberry bushes take a few years to really get going. Their time, it would seem, has come. Juliet came in the other day with a hearty bowl full of them (and one or two blackberries as well).
I went out again this morning, and there were plenty more again. Looks like it will be a bounteous summer.
