The Essence of Summer: Raspberry Picking
Having out-of-town family visiting is a great excuse to be a tourist at home. Honestly, we sometimes talk about driving up to Oak Glen, but somehow don't ever seem to get there. It's not like the 15 minute drive is too far, it's, well, it's probably a bit of laziness to be honest.
Anyway, last Friday my brother was in town, and he was enthusiastic about the idea of raspberry picking. So up we drove to Riley's Farm. The weather was lovely - and not too hot - and the raspberries were ripe. A great way to spend part of the afternoon and the reward is a delicious dessert. (Click for larger images.)
Photos courtesy of Brian.
The fields of zinnias were also in bloom, and I couldn't resist getting a bunch at a nickle a piece.
Even now, almost a week later, the flowers are only just starting to fade . . .
And Riley's isn't your only option: Snow-Line Orchards (and probably others) also have raspberry picking. I recommend it - go!
Tags: Oak Glen, raspberry picking,Riley's Farm
Anyway, last Friday my brother was in town, and he was enthusiastic about the idea of raspberry picking. So up we drove to Riley's Farm. The weather was lovely - and not too hot - and the raspberries were ripe. A great way to spend part of the afternoon and the reward is a delicious dessert. (Click for larger images.)
Photos courtesy of Brian.
The fields of zinnias were also in bloom, and I couldn't resist getting a bunch at a nickle a piece.
Even now, almost a week later, the flowers are only just starting to fade . . .And Riley's isn't your only option: Snow-Line Orchards (and probably others) also have raspberry picking. I recommend it - go!Tags: Oak Glen, raspberry picking,Riley's Farm
Labels: family fun, local info
posted by Peggy K | 10:17 PM
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2 Comments:
Thanks for the post sis.
Oak Glen is a place that feels so not-SoCal. I hope I can make it back down in the fall so I can finally try some apple juice donuts.
Back in the '70s my mother worked with a woman from Washington who brought her best raspberry plants with her to grown in her yard here in NC. Amazingly, they flourished.
And in northern Wisconsin in the summer of '89 you could still wander through the woods and find bushes of wild blueberries, blackberries and raspberries. The homemade pie made with that combination of berries picked on the day they were baked is the only pie I've ever eaten that rivals my grandmother's chocolate one.
It's lovely that you shared this with your brother, Peggy. Yay!
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