On Wednesday I noticed a few ripe wild black raspberries. I picked those, and later checked another location. It took a while to cut down brush to get to them, but I found many more ripe ones. It was hot, humid and I was picking them in jeans and muck boots. I wasn't taking a chance this time on getting poison ivy.
That night I convinced Hubby to follow me back out, and bring the weed wacker. I cut back the brush with my antique (from my Dad who got them from his Dad) hand sheers, and he took out the rest with the weed wacker. We ended up bringing in more berries (still not enough for jam).
Thursday donned my picking clothes, and grabbed my grandpa's antique hedging shears once again, and headed out to yet another location. Once I got the brush down, I picked more berries. Boy, talk about sweat. Phew.
I'm sure we'll be picking all week. I need more than last year, as I plan to make reduced sugar black raspberry jam this year. Hubby's last sugar reading was 99. He's very happy with his progress.
"I'm cuttin' up the Thyme" (laughter)
Inside, I rinsed and patted the Thyme dry, and said, "I just don't know if I have enough Thyme." (laughter).
"I need more Thyme," I said later. (laughter)
Only in our house can cutting an herb be so funny and entertaining. Got any Thyme at your house? He he! I just had to throw that one in.
I got those 2 dozen eggs boiled, and those will be nice to have on hand.
Survey guy might be here today to put in the last marker. We had high water, most likely due to the guy up the road tearing up our ditch that empties into the river. I'll be cutting brush as tall as me today, just so I can photograph and document that last marker. I'm thinking I'll be wearing muck books, jeans, long sleeves, gloves, a mask, goggles, and a hat. Just to ward off allergies and what ever else may be lurking in there.
This guy (up the road) has been, what we call, stalking our homestead for 3 days now - driving his 4-wheeler all around the property, on the road, in our yard, stopping and staring at the property makers. Last night he took out 2 rows of the farmer's corn to drive back in and see the northwest marker. He left, but came back with fencing and a chain saw. Again, going through the farmer's corn (3 times). Too bad I don't know who the farmer is this year. I'd love to give him a call. I just hope he drives out soon to check on his crop. As for the fencing and chainsaw, we have yet to see what he has done. It's on film, just in case. I'll be sharing more on this person later.