This morning's.....

....fruit of my labor. I actually picked 4 pints, but had cash to purchase 2. When the gentleman ahead of me in line was charged $29.00 for his 10 pints, I knew I was in trouble. I did enjoy the cool morning breeze, birds chirping, geese making a low fly-by, and the sun warm on my shoulders. Memories of picking wild raspberries in northern Wisconsin with my aunts came to mind. I remember their chatter...sometimes in Norwegian, perhaps to protect my innocent ears...and their laughter. My grandparents farm also popped up in my mind. There was a row of raspberry bushes along the path that led to the woods. Grandma would hand my cousin and I each a pail with instructions to "go see if there are any ripe berries, but be careful of the stickers!". Raspberry picking is rather tedious; one by one, trying not to get stuck by a thorn, and gently, so not to squish the ripest berry.

I don't know what I'll do with these red beauties yet. Right now, they just look pretty on my kitchen table.