Today is surely the last day I will pick raspberries from my little patch. (this year).
They began really early and have never before lasted until July 20. I remember this date because it is my Dad's birthday. Had he lived he would be 99 today. I miss him always and wish everyone could have known him. I know he would have loved to help me pick, as he always strung the beans with no complaining.
I was visiting www.inthissmallhouse.blogspot.com, and this is her comment on the raspberry patch....."no one wants to pick raspberries, so there you are, alone in the quiet with a moment to think, to pray, and even listen." I never pick that I don't think this very thing, I was glad Sandra spelled it out for me to remember.
So one last remark about the berries, I made jam, I made freezer jam and many pies and even tried some new recipes, but my favorite was a big ol cobbler that we took to Blessed Hope Church for their dinner, everyone liked it with ice cream and Charlie got to serve it!
4 comments:
Love this post, mama. Thank you.
One of my friends lost her dad this week. I'm going to find some flowers for her.
Oh, this looks so good! I have never tried to raise raspberries....and I am just now trying to get blackberries to grow. Nothing can be better than cobbler and ice cream! blessings,Kathleen
I loved reading about your dad. I have decided not matter how old we get, or how old our parents are when they pass, it will still tug at our hearts. We are always their children.
I love my raspberry patch. And reading your blog reminded me I was going to give you a salad, more like a treat for raspberries. I'm going to get it right now and give it to you. I'll be back!!!
Sandra
Check your email!! I used an email account that I am canceling this week. If you need to contact me, go ahead and use my email on my blog.
ENJOY!
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