We were told by the previous owner of our house that along the fence line across the road there were several patches of black caps. Around here, “black caps” normally means wild black raspberries, though wild blackberries often get lumped in the same pile. Either way, they’re normally a sweet purple berry hidden between thorns and patches of nettles. They can be a little smaller and seedier then the hybrid varieties, but I think they have a better taste
– so the plan is simple: pick, eat, repeat.

Wild Black Raspberries

I had no problem finding several patches. Though these little guys tend to pile up slowly and most of the patches were just starting to ripen, so I didn’t come up with many. If it rains, there will be plenty more during the next two weeks. If it doesn’t, this may be the highlight of the season.

Berries And Ice Cream

At least there were enough berries for a small treat for everyone. Though, LuLu insisted I was making the ice cream “yucky” by adding funny strawberries. Don’t worry, that didn’t stop her from crawling onto my lap and striking a deal. I ate the “waspberries” while she ate the ice cream between a slew of questions about why I put berries in her ice cream.