Suggested music for your enjoyment while reading this post: The Ladder by Andrew Belle
Raspberries are my weakness. Don't we all have the memories: crawling on your stomach trough thick brush, and finally, reaching over a thorny branch just to pluck a few red little treats? I've had my fair share of bruised knees and scraped elbows, most of which originated from situations like this. Raspberries are a morning food. Not only do they taste scrumptious on top of your whole wheat pancakes but also look absolutely perfect clinging to a morning branch.
For the record: i resisted the strong urge to eat them. I was not about to steal some poor old lady's raspberries.
This is what i wish my shower head looked like. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
I wish the whole world would look like a Garden.