Author’s Photo — Freshly picked wild black raspberries, and a displaced citizen of the bug kingdom.

Battered, bitten and bleeding I emerged from my battle with the brambles. “Why must berry canes come with thorns,” I wondered.

A search of the world wide web left me without an answer. I’ll have to take that one up with Mother Nature should she ever drop in for a visit. I did find an excellent explanation of the difference between blackberries and black raspberries, though.

Our wild acreage is overrun with black raspberries. Their delightful sweetness is worth each and every scratch, bite and poke.

The possibilities for their uses are endless — pancakes, baked oatmeal, muffins, pie — or my favorite, frozen in ice cubes to fancy up a drink.

A wet June has produced a bumper crop of plump July berries.

A delight, despite the brawl to bring them inside.

This story could use some work. I am in a rush. You’ve got to admit the photo speaks volumes. ;)