About a week ago, I caught my youngest daughter picking raspberries and popping them in her mouth. She was enjoying them and we only had a few ripe at the time. This morning I looked out the kitchen window and saw a bunch of red dotting my raspberry bushes. I grabbed a container and headed out to pick. On the way, I was distracted by the peas and realized I hadn’t harvested any in a few days.
After picking a small container full I reversed course and went back into the house to grab another container for the berries. When I approached my raspberry patch I was amazed at what I saw. More ripe berries than I had ever seen in the 3 1/2 years we have lived in this house. I started picking, swatting at the japanese beetles that would occasionally buzz my head trying to protect their turf (they haven’t actually been bad this year, might be because I killed HUNDREDS of grubs when setting up my kitchen garden – a thought that still causes me to retch when thinking about it). Soon I fill my container and head in to give them to my husband to rinse (there were a lot of fat happy bugs all over and around the berry bushes). I dump the berries in the colander and head back out. Soon my container is full again and my husband and I are totally amazed at how many we managed to get in one harvest. I really should have weighed them, but I was already drooling over the plump red fruits. My guesstimate is that I picked about 2 pounds of raspberries this morning, give or take a few ounces. It totally filled one of my bigger plastic containers.
The best part is that there are still a lot of mostly ripe berries out there that I will be able to pick in a few days. I’m not sure I’ll get quite as many as I got today, but I’m hopeful that we’ll come close.