A Raspberry Love Story On Mom & Dad’s 50th
Some say love is spelled T-I-M-E. I say it’s spelled R-A-S-P-B-E-R-R-I-E-S and it’s measured in thorny scratches and mosquito bites. It’s funny how they come together: mosquitos and berries, scratches and sweetness, the bramble and the rose. Picking that bucket of berries this morning—with the mosquitoes buzzing and the sweat dripping and nearly hyperventilating as…