Whenever I see raspberries I always remember my grandmother’s garden (may she rest in peace). Especially when I was young, and would go visit her for the full summer or so, and browse around in her garden. She had all the fruits and vegetables there, but my favorite place was the lowest and farthest portion of her garden, all the way at the end where raspberries were growing. 🙂
What’s your memory of raspberries?