Growing around our property, we have wild-black-raspberries, and "The Berry Patrol" let me know that they were finally ripe. We have one good-sized patch near the woods with more canes scattered here and there around the barn and along the edge of our driveway.
~The Berry Patrol, Sheba, Charlie and Josh~
None of these areas produce large amounts of berries, as they are not managed by us at all; they are overgrown and compete with weeds, opportunistic vines and other brambly-type bushes. But there are plenty for us and even enough to share.
If there's a down side to the berries it's that they're not the easiest to pick because there are sharp thorns and some of the bushes are buried so deeply in a thicket of brambles that it makes getting to them pretty tricky. Unfortunately.
~Sheba finding her way into the berry patch~
But still… wild black raspberries. I need to hurry up and pick them before they're gone so I can make my traditional cobbler, muffins or just enjoy them by themselves.
All of us are enjoying the warmth of the sun, and these summer days, especially Charlie (below) who is scheduled for his summer haircut in a few days.