So it begins, another summer of plenty! These black raspberries were picked 15 minutes before the snap in our backyard, down on the lower terrace by a crumbling, sunbaked wall. I knew there were prickly, berry-like vines back there, but I didn’t know what kind they were (or how productive) since we completely missed them last year due to the heat and general craziness of life. Basically we hired a lawn service and pretended the yard didn’t exist.
But that was 2012. This year we watched the buds appear and the berries grow until today: voila! Sweet, tart, sun-ripened deliciousness. Iris and I picked a bowl of the biggest and best while Carl mowed, and afterward we celebrated together with a big bowl of berries and cream to share.
A very satisfactory day in the yard… Unlike Saturday, when I finally worked up my courage to rip out a huge clump of poison ivy and (of course) ended up getting it all over me. Ugh. This is after I spent a week in early June getting over my first tangle with the beast. On the bright side, I think we’re mostly in the clear now.
It is awful stuff.