When I was growing up, I felt super lucky to have a large wooded backyard. I spent almost all of my (non-school) time out there, no matter what the weather was doing. One of my favorite seasons was summertime- when the raspberry bushes would flourish. I ate a lot of raspberries as a child. I looked forward to them every single year, for 12 years. When I moved out of my parents’ house at the age of 18, and ventured into my own world, the raspberries stayed behind.
