I thought I had posted the last about raspberries this year. I thought when I went out yesterday to cut down the spent canes, I would be done taking care of them. Even when I picked a ripe one and ate it, I thought that was the last. I was wrong, as usual.
Yes, there are still raspberries alive out there. Some of them were a bit tart, but most were ripe and sweet. Even then I thought I was just going to pick all of the stragglers and cut down the canes. That’s the way it’s supposed to work. When a cane bearing the berries is done, you cut it down to the ground, leaving the canes that didn’t flower this year for next year. Then I found the one last cane with berries still pale and slowly ripening.
Foolish of the berries to fruit so late, and foolish of me to leave it standing. But you never know. I might be picking raspberries on Christmas. And then I’ll definitely be done.
Right?
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