'RASPBERRY KISSES'
I went grocery shopping yesterday, and I saw these raspberries and remembered some of my fondest childhood memories with my Grandma and Grandpa. My siblings and I would spend the summers playing in their backyard. The MAGICAL fairy house, making flower princess dolls out of holly-hocks and toothpicks, playing 'Snow White' in the kid-sized 1ft deep stone well, mud pies, walking to the Idaho Falls Temple with Grandma, fireworks on the Fourth of July, and Grandma's AMAZING bed time stories.
Without fail, every summer, we would anxiously wait for Grandma's raspberries to come out. We would spend evenings picking the darkest red raspberries out of what seemed a forest of bushes taller than me. After all of our hard work, we would pour milk and sugar over the fresh raspberries and sit on the front porch as a family. We laughed at the dog as he chased June Bugs, we listened as mom played the guitar, and all the girls pretended to be the Andrews Sisters, singing "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy". I can't wait to grow my own raspberry bushes and pass on this tradition to my children and grandchildren......
Oh ya! PS, Today I got called to be a nursery leader! BEST CALLING EVER. : )
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