The raspberries start to ripen in mid-August in this part of Wisconsin, and they are in full swing right around the time the early apples ripen. Most years I make a trek to Blue Skies Berry Farm, just a 10-minute drive from my house, to pick a flat of the best organic raspberries I've ever eaten.
Paul and Louise, the farm owners, are fascinating and erudite people, and they are committed to sustainable agriculture and farming using organic methods. Louise told me that when she and Paul decided to raise raspberries, they were told that it couldn't be done organically. Clearly the experts were wrong, as the berries are large and luscious, and beneficial insects like bees and thousands of ladybugs keep any pests at bay and fertilize the flowers.
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| The view from inside the main gate of Blue Skies |
Raspberries are clever little fruit. While many berries are easily visible on top of the foliage,
It takes a couple of hours to fill a full flat of raspberries, but the work is quiet and contemplative for the most part. The sun is warm but not too hot. A hawk glides overhead, its cry piercing the underlying hum of the bees. Crickets chirrup at the base of the berry canes. A few Canada geese make a noisy test flight over the fields, and the bees swirl around unperturbed by human hands. We all share in the bounty. Everyone and everything is gathering up food for winter, but for now the grass is still green. We are mindful, though, of the waning of the season as the crimson leaves here and there on the trees tell us that autumn is beginning.
There is plenty for all, though, and tasting is encouraged. Who could possibly resist?
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| Pints and pints of berries! |
Fifteen pints of berries is a lot of berries, but they are so worth it!













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