A ten-minute visit to “the pit” – the bramble-infested front of our property, at the bottom of the slope – yielded a handful of raspberries and a handful of elderberries. Amie loves the former and even the latter, raw, if very ripe and black.
Don’t worry, we did NOT consume the other berries in the picture – the ones still attached to the leaf for easier identification. Though yummy-looking, they are toxic, being berries of the climbing nightshade. Those we tossed.