North Shore Raspberry Pick Your Own

Judging by the food flyers and advertisments on the web, the 4th of July is a time for pork ribs, hamburgers, corn on the cob, watermelon, raspberries, blueberries and pie.  I can agree with the raspberries and blueberries, now is the season!  Laura and I celebrated the 4th of July on the 3rd (hah!) with our good friend Magda, up from Savannah for the summer.  We got lost several times, drove a lot, but finally ended up at Connor’s Farm, in Danvers.  The raspberries were just starting, small red and purple gems waiting to be hunted down and plundered for our enjoyment.

Part of Connors Farm, there is a beautiful lake ot the left, just out of the picture

We walked around a lake, past apple trees busy at work making fruit to be harvested in the fall and blueberry bushes sagging under large, just-unripe blueberries.  The raspberry canes were of a shorter variety than we are used to, but certainly didn’t disappoint as far as quality is concerned.

Raspberry canes with the lake in the background

It was a lovely day.  The sun was shining, the air was hot and heavy with life, and the whole place was quiet except for one small family picking with us.  We ranged around, diligently attending to our work.  Laura and I have very different styles of picking.  Laura slowly works down the row of plants, inspecting each one in search of ‘hot spots’, lots of ripe berries hiding, clustered in the depths of the bush.  I tend to wander, distracted by a bird over here, an insect over there until a ripe berry presents itself in plain view.  I will travel several rows to obtain such a berry, and then ravage the whole plant in search of more gems before I wander away to see what that new thing is over there.  We tend to pick at about the same rate, which is plenty fast to take care of all of our fruit needs.  This was Magda’s first time picking, so she has yet to develop a style, but it will happen!

After about an hour and half or so, we convened and compared our lovelies.

Theresa and Magda with our berry buckets

Red and Black raspberries in all of their glory

After picking, we made our way to Gloucester for the Horribles Parade, dinner at the delectable Azorean Restaurant, and fireworks over the bay.  The food was fabulous, the fireworks were spectacular, and we ate a whole box of raspberries.  It was a great day.  Happy belated 4th to all!

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