We grow a small little garden every year. Last summer our granddaughter came to visit us in August and September--harvest time. It was so fun to go get snacks in the backyard; baby carrots, sun sugar cherry tomatoes, and berries, berries, and berries. Strawberries, raspberries and blackberries.
At Christmastime when Keilah was visiting she asked if we could go out and pick some berries. Ahh, the hope of children.
This past spring, Keilah and I planted green peas. She kept hunting for the berries but none were found.
A few weeks ago, Keilah went to a pick-your-own berry farm with her family. While they were picking the raspberries she turned to her mom and said, "this is just like at Grandma's house."
I love it. It warmed my heart to have "Grandma's" be a reference point for our sweetheart.
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