One thing I love about living in an old home, is the discovered. Or rather the undiscovered. Yesterday we were out in the yard and the kids were using the new golf set that KD had purchased. We have lived here for 4 years and every year I think of different ways to reclaim the overgrown space of our yard. Last year I transplanted some dianthus and in years prior I have transplanted day lilies from our "wilds." This time something red had caught my eye, as I stood at my kitchen window. As they were chipping their shots I decided I would investigate.
As the kids continue to make wild shots with their new clubs, I wandered over to the edge. I couldn't believe my eyes. Were these raspberries? In order to be sure, as I have no experience with this berry or bush, I ran inside to the internet. It is confirmed, we have RASPBERRIES! I have never seen these here before, so how could I have missed them in the past? I recall this winter when we were burning having to deal with huge thorny branches, which I now know were the remnants of the raspberries. I collected a fair amount and although I do not especially care for raspberries, I did indulge. There really is something special about growing your own bounty. Even if you don't like it.
This I know for sure, we did not plant them nor care for them. That is the part I truly love about living in an old house discovering what other people have planted. And reaping the rewards.