Well the local paper had an advertisement for them the other evening, so I placed a call and my order. Ten whole pints! LOL Yes, pricey but I thought "one time deal", I will go ahead and make the purchase.
|View from today.|
|My ten pints of black raspberries.|
Once home I brought in the groceries and put them away. Then the fun!!
I washed my berries. Made jam and processed 15 jelly jars. Yes, not much but when making jam or jelly, you usually don't get a whole lot.
But the BEST part of the whole day? Saving that one bowl of berries for me. Adding a touch of sugar. Smiling and tearing up the entire time thinking of my childhood on the farm. My Uncle Cozy would go berry picking but he would never tell me. He always wanted to surprise me and if he didn't find any, then I wouldn't be disappointed.
Today, with that first bite of fresh black raspberries and sugar, I saw him walking over the hills in the pasture field with the old berry buckets, one in each hand. Just as fresh was the memory as if I was standing in my grandparents kitchen, looking out the window at him. I couldn't wait to have my grandma wash them for us. So many of us on the farm, and of course you had to share, one bowl was all we would enjoy. I remember seeing my grandpa pour our fresh cows milk over his and thinking that was a waste! LOL
Oh my the years have come and gone but that memory...that first taste of those berries today, with a touch of sugar...took me back to my childhood. I sat in my chair and enjoyed every single one of them and felt the love of my family, in the middle of June, in the farmhouse almost 40 years ago.
|My berries today.|
And the money I paid for those berries? Yes, I would pay again tomorrow for that same feeling I felt today.