Treasa, thank you for writing. Hardly a day goes by when I don't think of you, and want to reach out to you, offer to hold you close and promise you whatever future you have dreamed. Grateful as I already am for the raspberries that grow in my garden, I am grateful so much more for your sharing of memories. I have 3 vastly different raspberries: yellow raspberries, which have borne a modest crop already and are getting ready for a bigger crop; a year-old patch of red raspberries from 4 or 5 canes just maturing into a barely manageable 3' x 5' mass; black raspberries, wandered over from the neighbor who doesn't make any attempt to tend them. These are riches beyond what I ever imagined. Cup half full or half empty? No, it runneth over. I want that for you. For us. For all of us.
Oh Treasa....had I lump in my throat as I read this....wishing you bushels of raspberries in the coming days....much love, Lowell 💗
Treasa, thank you for writing. Hardly a day goes by when I don't think of you, and want to reach out to you, offer to hold you close and promise you whatever future you have dreamed. Grateful as I already am for the raspberries that grow in my garden, I am grateful so much more for your sharing of memories. I have 3 vastly different raspberries: yellow raspberries, which have borne a modest crop already and are getting ready for a bigger crop; a year-old patch of red raspberries from 4 or 5 canes just maturing into a barely manageable 3' x 5' mass; black raspberries, wandered over from the neighbor who doesn't make any attempt to tend them. These are riches beyond what I ever imagined. Cup half full or half empty? No, it runneth over. I want that for you. For us. For all of us.
Bob that means a lot to me. I’m going to think about you and your cup full of raspberry rainbows until I see you again!