Fruits of our Labors

Yesterday was the 9th of October. OCTOBER. Not August, October. Yet, this is what I found in the raspberry patch. Yesterday.

Yummy, big, delicious, sweet, ripe raspberries. This is the bulk of our crop this year. I found it interesting that in August, when raspberries are usually in season, we got only 2 or 3 anemic little raspberries, but yesterday, in October, I found enough to hold in 2 hands.

(This shows only 1 hand--I had to eat enough, and feed some to Tad, to be able to hold the camera.) There are even still some blossoms on about half of the canes. That means that if the weather could hold, we'd probably have some at the end of the month, but the meteorologists are predicting frost this week, so we will miss out on the next handful.  We planted 5 plants about 2 years ago, and have been nursing them along, and for the longest time, they didn't do anything. I guess they just needed a little time, water and sunshine, and to be left alone. This does, however, bode well for next summer, and it also means that we are NOT moving the raspberry patch, like we'd thought about doing. The raspberries seem very happy here by the fence in the corner of the yard.