Grace and Dreams of Raspberries

[lexie_marie]

So very long ago I watched as a friend picked raspberries out in her garden. She had on a big straw hat and clunky garden boots, but there was such grace in the day that I have never forgotten that image all these years later. This evening after work and just before dark I realized a life long ambition. I was able to go out into my garden and pick "my" raspberries. I took out a large bowl and was picking the little red nuggets off canes that were far above my head. It is a raspberry patch thought out long ago and realized today. It warms me that grace and dreams can be found in a raspberry patch.