When we were kids on summer vacation our parents would take us up north to our grandparent’s place. The kids would occupy ourselves for hours while our parents did silly things that I couldn’t imagine were at all relaxing. For my mom that was berry picking. I remember seeing her sitting outside under the sun in the raspberry patch for hours quietly working her way across, filling up baskets as the day went on. (and of course by the end of it we had fruit salad and raspberry pie 😋🥧) But raspberries will always remind me of my mother. What reminds you of yours?
