Our friends own 5 acres across the road. They have yet to build on the property, but have managed to plant tons of raspberry bushes, as well as a little orchard of various fruits. Saturday morning we ventured over (remember, my husband has OCD with berry picking?) hoping to pick enough berries to make huckleberry-raspberry jam. Doesn't that sound heavenly? We didn't get as much as we would have wanted, but, we got enough. Tonight, Ben made jam while I visited with my brother and his family, visiting from Michigan. Homemade jam puts store-bought to shame, no question! I love my sweet, domestic husband. I love his mother, who taught him so well.
The fruits of our labors.