For me, summer in the Wairarapa means raspberries! The warm, soft, juicy berries picked fresh off the bushes are another wonderful childhood memory. One year when I was about 10 years old, I picked berries during our summer break for pocket money. It was hot hard work for not a lot of pay, but we were allowed to eat as many as you wanted!
Now you see it....
Now you don't!
Here baby, baby, baby.....
That's it....just a little closer....
Gotcha!
Hot, but satisfying work!
My favorite way to eat raspberries?
Sun warmed raspberries with vanilla ice-cream!



