We look forward to the arrival of wild raspberries and our subsequent “raspberry walk” every summer. The timing can get tricky and some years we’ve missed the berries completely if we happened to be away the few days that they are ready. We grab our bowl, walk through the neighborhood, and are ready to climb into whatever brush to collect as many as we can. We usually leave the ones that aren’t ready for next time, but for some reason we rarely do more than one raspberry walk per season. For all our efforts, there is a meaningful harvest but it never seems like enough. These berries are more tart and flavorful than their supermarket counterparts and we savor every one.