The Beginnings of a Raspberry Pie
Note the spelling. This is the pie you eat, not the computer.
The black raspberries are coming on strong. Sandy and I picked some Sunday and gave those to Pa Jerry & Boppum. Sandy picked some Tuesday and gave those to Grandma Dammit. Then yesterday, we picked again to get enough to make a raspberry pie for Pa Jerry.
Pretty sure we have about half of what we need. Not to worry, as we have gathered about a fifth of what we saw coming on. There will be plenty, but there is also a price to pay...
Your hands are going to get stained from the over-ripe berries that squish; your legs are going to get scratched; and for sure you are going to donate blood to the mosquitoes. 'Tis a small price to pay for some sweet berries.
Aunt Meg - if you hurry and get up here, you may get to have 1/2 a piece of pie!
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