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Picking Wild Black Raspberries

One of the best signs of summer (besides bare feet) is berry stained hands. I have many fond memories of picking berries when we were at the family cabin so my grandma could make us a black raspberry pie. Of course we ate as many as we picked and rarely had enough pie, perhaps it was my grandma’s way of getting us out of the cabin?


Is there anything better than foraging for wild black raspberries?

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Taken on June 30, 2010