I’ve been picking raspberries every afternoon for the past week. About a cup each time; the first day they hardly made it into the house. Now I have a few in the freezer and few in the fridge. Whipped some cream yesterday. Yum-O! Picking raspberries always makes me think about my baboon community. I’ve told the story before of how Linda brought me two raspberry canes on the day we gathered at PJs to help out with her spring gardening while she was recuperating. I had always thought having raspberries would be fun, but left on my own, I doubt I would have ever done anything about it without Linda’s encouragement. The canes have now taken over the south garden with vigor and we really enjoy the berries.
As much as I’m grateful for the raspberries, I’m more grateful for this community. Spring gardening at PJs, Museum of Russian Art, Rock Bend, Liberty Custard, spring bales and chicken poo, Swedish American Institute, Jim Ed’s memorial service, St. Agnes Bakery, chainsaw party at Steve’s, LJB’s memorial and, of course, Blevin’s book Club. I’m sure I’m missing some. I love that we’ve built friendships and support systems in our ten+ years together.
Last week when I ran Dale’s initial Trail offering, I ran his question… but the question I really wanted to ask was:
What fond memories to you have of our ten years on the Trail?