I love the September harvest of raspberries. In June, the girls are starved for the first summer fruits, which they eat right off the canes. Whatever the girls don’t eat, the birds, also happy to be able to move beyond their winter diet, harvest.
In the fall, though, the girls are sated with the fresh fruits from the market we’ve enjoyed throughout the summer months, and the birds are more excited about the sunflower seeds drying in the garden than dealing with the overgrown, prickly raspberry patch.
That’s when I take a few moments every few days to gather up the dark red berries. I collect them in small bowls, which I leave out on the counter for others to snack on; but invariably they pass by these clusters of sweet redness, and I eat them in one or two swallows, just like that.