I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fresh raspberries (well, pretty much any berry for that matter) and this year our bushes are doing quite well. Growing up I always knew summer was here when my grandparents' raspberry bushes were loaded down and begging to be picked. Very rarely did we make it inside with a full bucket, which is why I had to laugh at this...
The other night Zack and I were picking berries while the boys were out playing in the sandbox (or so we thought). I turned around and Kyler had scooted himself across the entire yard (he still refuses to crawl), and Corbin had joined him for a little snack while hiding on the other side of the bushes.
Yep, that's right... those are raspberries smeared all over this kid! His cheeks are even full of them! He was grabbing handfuls of them as fast as he could and shoving them in his mouth faster than we could pick them. So much for wanting to make jam out of them... maybe next year:)
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fresh raspberries (well, pretty much any berry for that matter) and this year our bushes are doing quite well. Growing up I always knew summer was here when my grandparents' raspberry bushes were loaded down and begging to be picked. Very rarely did we make it inside with a full bucket, which is why I had to laugh at this...
The other night Zack and I were picking berries while the boys were out playing in the sandbox (or so we thought). I turned around and Kyler had scooted himself across the entire yard (he still refuses to crawl), and Corbin had joined him for a little snack while hiding on the other side of the bushes.
Yep, that's right... those are raspberries smeared all over this kid! His cheeks are even full of them! He was grabbing handfuls of them as fast as he could and shoving them in his mouth faster than we could pick them. So much for wanting to make jam out of them... maybe next year:)
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