Most years when raspberry season comes to an end I have a sense of relief. These berries, which were original starts from my great grandpa’s berries, now form a very long, lush row and they are a huge commitment to keep up with but I find that as this season comes to an end, it also comes with sadness. It might have something to do with that 10-day break in the middle for our AK trip. I wish I had more in the freezer. I won’t complain though…between my pickings and others who were able to help out we brought in a bounty this year with a near total of 30 gallons from the bushes. I’ll pick again today and will probably get a ½ gallon or more but it is dwindling…quickly.
When I pick it feels like a family affair. Cash loves to pick right along with me [when I'll let him]…at times we were fighting to get to the same berries first…course, he prefers the low ones. Daisy LOVES the leaves, in fact when she was so sick [from her escapade to the feed sack] the leaves from the raspberry bushes were what she loved the most once she began her slow recovery. When I pick along the backside of the row, the horses follow along on the other side of the fence, hoping I’ll share a little snack with them and then the kittens bounce all around in and out of the bushes and keep me great company. On most days I find picking berries very enjoyable.
…and then there are my thoughts. It seems that when I pick berries alone [not that I'm ever completely alone] my thoughts just run wild and I am able to quite capably solve the whole world’s problems as I talk them through with myself or any of the animals that care to listen.
This is the season when I can daily rejoice in the Lord’s abundant and very fresh provision.
The recipe for this yummy banana bread can be found on my Pinterest Board. I used a mixture of white and milk chocolate but next time I would just use white chocolate. I personally prefer how white chocolate compliments raspberries.Print This Post