// sharing the photos // telling the stories //
I bought some raspberries on Saturday.
As I was washing them,
I popped one in my mouth and was immediately transported back to our house on
4th Street in Brookings, South Dakota.
There was a raspberry patch in the back yard and I loved to go out back and pluck the berries,
popping them into my mouth right off the bush.
Sometimes I would put them on each of my finger tips before sucking them off.
As I told Sarah this memory of mine I showed her how I did it.
She wanted some raspberries on her fingertips, too.
Her fingers fit them so much better than mine, just the right size.
About the same size mine were back in Brookings, I think.
Sarah doesn't like raspberries, though, so after I made her eat at least one, I ate the rest off of her fingertips.