Tage and I went on a raspberry hunt this afternoon because I had been assured that there were raspberries two houses over, at Olof’s sister’s place. Since they’re on a six-week trip to Iceland and not expected back for a month or so, I figured they wouldn’t mind if we raided their bushes. Imagine my disappointment, then, when I could find only a couple of bushes and nary a ripe berry on any of them. <\/p>\n
What I did find, however, was a veritable plenitude of ripe rhubarb and a nice little crop of black currants that are right on the verge of picking readiness. When I came back to our house and told Lydia that there weren’t any raspberries, she told me I was mistaken and led me to where she and her little friend had picked handfuls just yesterday. Too bad this particular little berry patch is across the street<\/i> from my sister-in-law’s house and on the neighbor’s property. It didn’t look especially well-tended, though, and it is<\/i> on the backside of their garage, so I took a chance and sneaked a couple of berries anyway.<\/p>\n
I’m hoping we’ll have our own bushes next year and won’t have to scavenge around the neighborhood for our berry fix. We do have a number of small plants behind our own garage, but they’ve been so entangled with stinging nettles that we haven’t been able to make much use of them. I was bemoaning this fact to my mother-in-law last week on Tage’s birthday, and it wasn’t but a couple of days later that she and my father-in-law came and pulled away all the nettles. She says that the raspberry bushes look good and that we should have a nice crop next summer. I can’t wait.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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