Late summer and fall in Ohio means a bountiful harvest. Apples, corn, and squash aplenty. With baskets full of fresh produce, we dawn our pilgrim outfits and get to making pies and casseroles. However, one of our favorite family activities is to go raspberry picking.
There is nothing like sticking your hand into a pricker-infested bush, while avoiding the bees to pick some of those sweet, ripe berries. Our family visits a local farm called Rosby’s. For several weeks each year, guest can come to pick their own confections. Your family is assigned a plot of bushes, for which you can pick until your little belly is content.
Our family typically fills a couple of baskets full so we have enough to eat, make some pies, and some other delectable desserts.
After a hour or so of picking berries, there is only so long two young boys can stay entertained. So what do they do? They find the only mud puddle in the area and find the pure joy of squishing around in the soft earth.
Mama had to wash the pilgrim outfits anyways, so what is it to add some muddy boy clothes to the load? I guess the boys did not learn their lessons from the Hawaiian chocolate incident.
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We were there in Aug, and I agree with the bees and prickers you have to navigate around there
One thing I learned: Raspberries don’t ripen after you pick them. So don’t pick ones that aren’t ripe yet!!