My sister's husband's grandparents (if you can follow that, well done) have a few acres of land. Apparently they used to have quite the garden, covering much of that land. Now, though, they don't have the time to really keep up with all that produce maintenance. They do still grow some things, just not as much as they once did. They also have other family members, capable of doing some of the work. Enter my wife, myself, my mother, my sister, and of course her husband (the necessary connection). My sister and her husband were told that if the black raspberry bushes weren't picked, the berries would all go bad. So my sister gathered all of us together and we went and picked away. My wife and I came home with a basket filled with delicious berries.
The Bushes
They only have one row of berries, but the plants are pretty big. Even after other people had picked through them, we were able to find many big juicy berries.
The Berries
Here is one of those big juicy berries, ready to be plucked.
The Bounty
Surprisingly, we took a good amount home. Eating 50% straight from the bushes and still filling a basket is rather impressive.
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