It's time again for the berries to be picked. Blackberries, over the last couple of years, have been hit-and-miss. They're notoriously fragile in the heat, so if there are hot days in June, there will be few blackberries in July, when they're supposed to be ripe. That was certainly the case this year. Even as we got out of the car, the guy at the farm asked if we were picking blackberries and said we'd be lucky to find any. As a testament to Rebecca's tenacity, she managed to scrounge up a whole 5lb bucket of them!
While she was doing that, I went and picked some yellow peaches. In the past, the danger in the peaches was yellow jackets that wanted them as badly as we did, but this year, there weren't any. That was good.
However, the beetles were horrendous. If there was a slightly ripe peach, they were all over it. It took me quite a while to pull together a 20-lb basket of them, though not nearly as long as Rebecca with the blackberries. I definitely had the easier job.
The kids, of course, did there part in eating whatever they put their hands to. :)