The branches are hanging heavy with ripened raspberries. More than I can ever use. And so I pick and pick and pick and then freeze and freeze and freeze so that in the dark of winter, I’ll have a taste of the sun of summer.
The branches are hanging heavy with ripened raspberries. More than I can ever use. And so I pick and pick and pick and then freeze and freeze and freeze so that in the dark of winter, I’ll have a taste of the sun of summer.