Yesterday Joseph went & picked up 3 gallons of raspberries, picked fresh out of an 80 year old man’s garden. Purchased for $24.
The man told Joseph some stories. He was married for 64 years. Built the house that he’s lived in since ’53 (that would be 1953). Just re-did his roof & uncovered ash from the Mt. St. Helen’s explosion. If you’re not up on your Washington state trivia, Mt. St. Helen’s erupted in 1980. Joseph doesn’t have a lot of experience with older folks, so he was impressed & delighted to speak to this man with so much history.
Joseph came home with a bounty of raspberries.
Boy, was I giddy. Raspberries are one of those fruits that are really only worth eating if you can get them from someone’s back yard. We had lots of raspberry bushes growing up, so I have memories of staining my fingers red & scouring the prickly bushes, looking for those berries that were good & plump, yet firm.
Last night the kids with the grandparents, Joseph was at a get-together with his brother, & I was at home. Just me & Salem, who decided to make it an early night.
So I had a quiet evening to myself, & made myself this.