raspberry summer

perhaps this summer will remember most the quietness of picking raspberrys in my parents garden at the end of the day, my fingers turning red with raspberry juice, peering into a sea of raspberry canes to find the lovely fruit and listening to the birds, wearing wellies as sometimes snakes make their way into the garden. the crop this summer seems to be endless and our supply of home made juice and jam also abundent.

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