The raspberries were out of control this year. The hillside where I walk Cleo was borderline overgrown with them. – borderline only because there are never too many raspberries. Throughout July and August I snacked on them as we walked without much bushwhacking or wading through pricker bushes, though I did some of that when a really good looking patch was just out of reach.

Like wild strawberries, the flavor of wild raspberries can’t be replicated. The store-bought raspberries are kinda bloated and the flavor just isn’t there… more like eating the texture of a raspberry.

The season seemed pretty long – from middle/late July through most of August. I actually found an errant berry yesterday right at the end of the driveway. I’m pretty lucky to have a huge garden of them in my neighborhood!