I didn't think I liked raspberries until we discovered them growing on the farm near our house.
Now I have developed an obsession with them.
I dream of their flowery, fruity, beautiful flavor all winter.
Even Jack is peaceful out there, picking berries quietly.
We've already picked 14 pints and made: raspberry buckle, raspberry muffins, raspberry syrup and more raspberry jam is on the way today if I have a moment to spare. (Jack was asking for the jam at the farm, we've been eating it all winter.)