Not a green and yellow basket but the first basket of boysenberries harvested today.
There's a dance I do with the ripening berries. The longer they ripen on the vine, the darker and sweeter they get. These are the tastiest berries, sweet and warm and without much tang. Very yum. But at this stage, the berries don't fare well at all with picking, falling apart as I handle them. Just means they don't get home to my family, and my fingers are smeared purply.
So for home, I pick berries not perfectly ripe but they make the journey in one piece, more or less.
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