The second crop of raspberries is ripe, and I was out there this morning vying for my share. The canes are a tangled mess daring the undetermined to stay away. No matter. If the bees and other assorted bugs can go after the quilted fruit jewels, so can I. Many of the berries literally fell into my hand begging me to gorge on their freshness. Others played coy and I had to sacrifice scratches for raspberry treasure. There’s something about being able to pick fruit from the backyard that is soul satisfying. We planted those canes, watered them, and let them grow without chemicals. The bugs have done their part in pollinating, so I happily share the bounty.
I sprinkled some of the fragrant berries into my yogurt and savored the taste of summer. Mmmm…so good…so of the earth and sky. It was the best part of my day.