First, the ethics.
So just say that there is a stand of magnificent, overburdened raspberry canes about 300 yards from your house. Say these raspberry canes are behind a stone wall in an obviously disused and abandoned farm, complete with derelict heavy garden equipments and the skeleton of a greenhouse. Say these raspberries have been picked by no-one.
Say the only way in is guarded by a big old “NO TRESPASSING” sign hung across the only entrance. What do you do?
While you ponder this, let me thank the raspberry gods for the sprawling nature of their lovely plants, and the builders of the stone wall, who made it low enough for several canes to hang over.
There were more, but 300 yards is a long way to go with these beauties winking at me.
Meanwhile, back at the farm, OUR raspberries (of the black variety) are just starting to trickle in, and I picked the first outliers of the blueberries. Ok, maybe not the first, because those 7 or 8 got eaten right at the bush this weekend. Truly, I’m impressed these stayed alive long enough to be photographed.
Asparagus is still growing, though it is certainly slowing down. We’ll only get a few more harvests out of it this year. It has taught me one thing, though. The MOMENT I settle down in a place I know I’m going to be for a while, it will be the first thing I plant.
Want to show off your harvests? Go visit Daphne!