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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Wild Berries

People around the world tell me not to eat them, but there's something alluring about a handful of wild raspberries warm from the sun that ripened them. People are too concerned about thorns and germs and poisonous things and dog pee. We will never experience life's fullest joys if we are too cautious. I figure people across time have been eating them, and it's a taste experience nobody can duplicate anywhere.
In the Brandywine River valley, where the river breeze cools the heavy humid air just noticeably, the berries are bright red when they're ready. My favorite Himalayan variety are deep orangey yellow. There's a backyard in Oregon that hides black berries; all slide off the bush into my hand when handled just right.
You have to be observant, because raspberries don't just grow on the path. You might have to climb across a slippery slope to get them, or a field of poison ivy. And of course you must watch you don't get stuck on the thorns because once you're caught, there's no pulling loose. The only way to get free is to ease closer then slide sideways out of their grip (without getting caught by another branch).
There are only a few days the best wild berries are available because other creatures like them. It's always worth the search!
By the way, berries are always better when they're shared with someone. You shouldn't always do what other people tell you--or not do what they tell you not to.