The summer before fifth grade, I got my first job...picking berries! There was a farm about a 1/4 mile away from our house. Every morning, I would get on my bike, ride down there and pick. I would lay on my side, or back, because that is how you get the best ones, you know. They are big, and ripe, hiding behind leaves and thorns. I got paid 25 cents a pint, and that first summer, I think I made $3oo.oo! I loved that job.
We have some red raspberries on our land, but not enough to make a pie, or jam. We do have a farm down the road, where you can get some delicious ones.
Every morning we are out early. Watching Anna pick the berries brings me back. She goes deep in the thicket, is so patient and proud. Sometimes she will pick for over an hour.
Sometimes, while we are out playing, I lose sight of her, then I remember...she is in the berry patch.
Sometimes, while we are out playing, I lose sight of her, then I remember...she is in the berry patch.
That's my daughter.
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Oh I so remember picking raspberries in my mom's garden. I of course, would eat half of what I picked. They are marvelous! :)
Oh man, those pictures made my mouth water. The store bought raspberries just don't get it! Enjoy some for me.
I love red raspberries & homemade jam! I remember my brother would always have an empty container because he ate all he picked!
Oh what sweet memories.
Ohhhh those look SO good! I have been on a blueberry kick!
Oh - I am reminded of my grandfather's blueberry bushes in Cantonement, Florida. He would strap a gallon milk jug around our waists that had been cut out except for the handle to make a bucket. He would use one of his belts and he was a hefty man so it wrapped a few times around. I would be out there for hours, bringing back a few blueberries but a very blue mouth! Thank you for jogging that memory in my mommy brain. Our 14 yr old had surgery yesterday to put a screw in his leg which he fractured in hockey. This memory of my grandfather makes me happy!!! I'll give you his blueberry cobbler recipe if you want . . .
Your raspberries and jam look lovely - the taste of summer!
Your jam looks fabulous. I am jealous! I love raspberry jam.
My favorite event of the entire year is picking blackberries with my mom on her property in Northern California.
We put on our long sleeves and giant straw hats, all country folk like, and walk the hedges and rows and fields of blackberry bushes picking until we're sweaty and tired and stained purple.
We usually pick at least one five gallon bucket full.
If I had one last day on earth, that's what I'd do.
how fun to share that, now, with your daughter. so sweet.
Yum yum. Nothing tastes better. I need to go buy some more and make more jam - maybe this weekend...
Kris
Raspberries are our favourite too, all that jam is making my mouth water. We have had our first good crop this year and some actually made it to the bowl rather that straight into little mouths...
What a sweet memory and a sweet treat. YUMMMMM
Oh, I love it! I love berries and make preserves - too many for us to eat sometimes. I just made a red currant cake - very yummy! The link to the recipe is on my post today.
Been gone from blog land for a while but plan on catching up! Can't wait to read all your posts I missed...
the jam looks and sounds divine! and your daughter is right where all 3 of mine would be:0)
I SO LOVE THIS POST! Lots of memories for me too. My grandparents have rows and rows of them.
She taught me to make her "famous" raspberry cake when before I went to college. I can't think of the summer or birthdays without raspberries!
they are my favorites, too! i picked them on my grandparents' farm. such good summer memories!
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