Upside down raspberries

Today I picked raspberries. This delicious plump berry is guarded by an army of subtle thorns. They also hide beneath their leaves so it can be difficult to spot the ripest ones. They are ready when they are a dark red and fall off into your hand when you brush against them. Sometimes I would shake the bush and hold my bucket beneath to capture them. Other times I bravely stuck my hand deep into the bushes to bring out the juicy prizes. Yes, I ate them too.
While picking I realized that if I were a child it would be easier to see the berries. A child would be the ideal height to spot the raspberries that liked to hide beneath the cool leaves. (Incidentally, the raspberries weren't really hiding, that was just an adaptation to keep them from the sun). Any who, My back was already sore from bending over and my knees were tender from squatting upon them. Suddenly I was inspired to look at the bush upside down and through my legs. And there I saw hundreds of raspberries just hanging out. When I stood up again they disappeared. It was as if I had x-ray vision. I announced my discovery to my fellow pickers. No one seemed impressed, but they encouraged me to continue down the beds in that fashion if it helped me find raspberries to fill the crates. I did just that, until my back started to hurt again.

By the way, if you were worried about my swelling forearm, like I was, I'm fine. The swelling went down and everything is back to normal. Yay!