Red raspberries from grandpa’s garden
Secretly picked, (or so we thought…)
A little bit of sweetness,
A quick pick and fast run,
Tasted extra good,
In a tree.
As I was eating a piece of cheesecake topped with fresh red raspberries today, the memory of grandpa’s red raspberries came to mind.
My grandpa lived in the country and always had a big garden. He grew strawberries, potatoes, carrots, radishes, tomatoes, beans, peas, sweet corn and much more. I loved eating all the bounty from his garden but my most favorite was the big red raspberries from the berry bushes along the fence.
And even though we kids were warned to stay out of the garden and berries unless grandpa was with us, we used to sometimes try to sneak in to see if we could pick and run without being seen! 😊
But alas, grandpa would always see us or catch us, (most of the time,) and then we’d get a stern talking to from him. 😊