Garden Man's raspberry canes are in their second year. The neighbor who gave them to us said we shouldn't expect any fruit the first year, but we did get a little. So did the foxes, and the deer ate some of the foliage.
This year, Garden Man fashioned a makeshift fence around the canes, which are much bigger than last year. They are brambles, after all. Even though a deer, fleeing some imagined threat, managed to land right in the middle of the little enclosure and break everything down, we've still gotten fruit. There was a small flush of fruit earlier in the summer, mostly from the gold berries which I believe are Fall Gold. For the last 3 weeks or more, we're getting a much heavier flush of fruit, mostly from the red Heritage. Heritage is the most popular everbearing variety, and it's typical to get a flush of fruit in July with heavier production in August and September. We pick a small butter dish piled high with beautiful berries every few days. We've had enough to enjoy ourselves, with some left over to share with special friends. Garden Punk's friend next door thinks we are magical, producing such wonderful fruit in our backyard, and he sure is happy to hear "come over and get yourself some berries."
Garden Man delights in bringing me a dish of them every couple of days, and this morning, he brought me this:
Now THAT's a raspberry! And it tasted just as good as it looks.
If you have sun and a little space (it really doesn't take much space, but it does take diligence to keep them contained), you can grow raspberries. They are definitely worth the effort, because the ones from the store just don't compare.