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| photograph by Ellie Warren |
We inherited a raspberry patch with the house we're renting. It's more like a forest; most of the canes are taller than I am and there are pathways between the bushes, that I cleared of weeds. It's prolific, and I've never had fresh raspberries so readily available. Whenever I'm out picking them, I think of my mom. She passed away nearly 3 years ago; she absolutely loved fresh raspberries. I can recall her expression as she popped them into her mouth one by one, her eyes closed and a serene smile on her lips. For her, eating raspberries was heaven on earth. I hope there are fresh raspberries in Heaven.
simple joys: mothers, memories, and fresh raspberries
I hope so, too! :) Love you, Mom. And I love your blog!
ReplyDeleteI love you, too, Ellie! And your blog's an inspiration to me!
ReplyDeleteMy dad was that way with peaches. Sometimes when I'm eating a ripe, juicy peach, I hope my dad can taste it with me.
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