Today I went back in time. Back to a place in Gram and Grandpa Apfel's backyard. Memories of Grandpa pretending to fuss at us for eating more raspberries than we picked. Memories of being rewarded for lawn mowing with fresh sweet raspberries on smooth, cool ice cream. Memories of Gram's stories of gypsies, train hobos and the circus travelers.
Such a small sweet fruit and so many blessings!
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