Surely I'd heard much about the famed raspberry fields in my short 13 months of life. Careful selections, flats of spoils, cases of jam, and pies too pretty to eat. Needless to say, this trip to Chase Farms was not taken lightly. I understood the weight of my duties. Pick fast and pick well.
Taking careful notes as I observe the elder berry picker.
Like this, poppy?
The bountiful booty.
Of course, I kept a few for myself too. Yum...
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Hey buddy - I could give you a few tips and tricks. Your grandpa might have a few years on me, but I have what your auntie palmer calls a 'god given talent' that is passed down from generation to generation...someday i'll explain that to ya kid.
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