Cindy Fuller wrote:

> In article >,
> Kate Connally > wrote:
>
>
>>The black raspberries are in so I drove out to Schramm's
>>Farm Market and got a pint. (If I could have afforded it I
>>would have bought all they had!) Anyway, I got some heavy
>>cream on the way home and for dessert last night I had a
>>giant bowl of berries with sugar and cream. Yum!
>>
>
> That reminds me of home. During the summers I'd pick wild raspberries
> of all colors and blackberries on my grandfather's farm.

Yeah, I did the same thing on the family farm where my
grandfather grew up. When I was a kid my 2 great aunts
lived there. They had wild or semi-wild blackberries,
red and yellow raspberries, red currants, blueberries.
They also had a couple of mulberry trees, one white and
one red, but I didn't really care for mulberries. They
seem to have no flavor at all. Their guinea hens roosted
in the mulberry trees. There were also elderberries from
which they made elderberry jelly and elderberry wine.

> My trusty
> part-Labrador retriever Lucy would accompany me, as would my mother's
> basset hound Clementine and my 20-pound black cat Shamus. Lucy learned
> how to pick ripe berries off the canes. Clem couldn't be choosy (being
> so low to the ground). Shamus didn't care for berries. He came along
> to keep the dogs in line. Lucy and Clem also enjoyed sweet corn. Lucy
> would pick her own ear off the stalk. Clem, again due to her stature
> deficit, would just uproot the whole stalk.

They sound like they,re related to my cat. I'm sure if she were
allowed outside she would learn to pick her own fruit. She loves
fruit. She also likes corn. Well, she like just about everything!

Kate

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Kate Connally
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