Since Clif and I both had the morning free we decided to take the kids on a little adventure to the raspberry farm. So, to the raspberry farm we went…or should I say the Raspberry Ranch. The Raspberry Ranch is this small mom and pop farm in Marengo, IL that grows raspberries and grapes (and sour ones at that) and doesn’t use any pesticides, etc. so beware there are lots of bees and other little buggies flying and jumping around. What an odd combination of fruit, right? But hey, it worked for us! Raspberry season is now…the end of summer until the first frost in September sometime…so I wanted to go and pick some since we had so much fun picking blueberries earlier this summer. We had a great time but it was a bit harder to do with the littles since raspberries are a more delicate fruit that squish upon pulling them too hard, unlike our friend the blueberry, and little hands well, they just aren’t so graceful sometimes, you know? After a while, Noah and Penny just ran up and down the rows of plants and then after another while they just sat and ate what we had already picked, oh Criminy! Well, we thought we did a great job filling our baskets and had lots of pints full of raspberries and grapes when we finally threw in the towel and headed to pay for our lot but once again we were fooled by how much our kidlets can really pack in their tummies during the car ride home…what I have at home now is nothing like what we left with…it’s much, much less! Boo Hoo! Looks like we are going to have to try this one again! You should too, before it’s to late!
