Wild Black Raspberries~

It's a Minnesota thing, well at least that's what I'm claiming until I find a slew of black raspberries in the West. Black raspberries remind me of railroad tracks. When I was growing deep in the woods we were surrounded by ponds, forest and railroads. Along the tracks grew wild black raspberries which we would pick each summer. Some summers were better than others and this summer was not a good one. But, there was a light at the end of the tracks that did hold plentiful black raspberries. After spending an hour picking berries and fighting ticks and pricks from the bushes, we had about three pounds of these beauties....it was a fine day. We decided to make freezer jam so we could stretch our love and labor of our berries deep into the winter months when we would need a friendly reminder of what summer was all about.

The begining of the picking.

The Cluster

Look Like Red Raspberries, But Just Un-Ripe Black Ones!