I love berries, raspberries most of all . My favorite are the wild native raspberries that grow in the filtered sunlight along the banks of the road. One of our first years here, I picked 60 pounds. The wild ones are smaller than the cultivated, but firmer and sweeter.
Sadly, over the past several years, the highway department has cleared the banks of Fork Creek Road of most of the precious wild raspberries. We transplanted some of them successfully but an over-jealous yard helper, thinking they were weeds along the top of the bank behind the garage, pulled most of those out two years ago.
We have also planted some cultivated raspberries in the meadow under the ancient redbuts which are starting to bear fruit. I was delighted yesterday to see a second fall 
fruiting on them and gathered a small bowl for dessert last night, barely enough to share with Bob, but what a treat!
It's time to go hunting and try again to transplant some of the wild ones. It will take two years for them to recover and bear fruit, but it will be worth it. Probably because I love them so much, I have learned to spot them in all seasons. I've had my eye on a few that the highway department has missed! .
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