If you could see me now you’d laugh at my purple tongue and fingers, and I’d let you. Because I just picked my first batch of black raspberries from the vines that grow on my property, risking poison ivy – which I get terribly – just to enjoy a handful of the tangy fruit. It’s one of those activities that defines the thick of summer to me.

Enjoy the photos.

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