Reminds me of hunting for raspberries in the very back of grandpa's yard near the irrigation ditch. Reminds me of when I found a patch of wild raspberries when I worked for the Forest Service. I filled my fire-fighting helmet with them. Reminds me of visiting my Aunt and she let me raid her garden. I'm grateful for memories triggered by simple things.
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My heart just smiled. Then my eyes watered.
What great memories- all triggered by raspberries.
which aunt was that, Linda? she the only one I can think of that would have had raspberries.
I thought it was me! haha
It was Arlene's raspberries. I don't think I ever raided Linda's garden.
Linda picked my raspberries. I don't think she had any.
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