Betty, I'm sure I've mentioned growing up in Seattle a couple of houses down from an old man whose yard must have been lovely when he and his wife were young. After she died and he got old it was an untended tangle of fruit (raspberries and blackberries) and trees (plums, apples, pears, peaches, and others I can't recall that my best friend's mother used to pick and can). We must have pooped pure berry seeds during some of the summer, we ate so many raspberries in particular.

SRS