On the old train tracks north of town there is about a three-quarter mile track of wild raspberries.  They are ripe when they turn dark purple.  I assumed they were wild blackberries.  I was corrected.  Cicely and Ron were kind enough to gather about 18 cups worth which will make a nice amount of jam.  As far as I am concerned, the seeds are what make raspberries the amazing pieces of wonderful they are.  Ron comes from the school of thought that the seeds ruin an otherwise stand-up fruit.  I am pretty sure I am right.