I'm a full-time wife and mom of two adorable boys. When I'm not busy trying to keep up with them I enjoy photography, traveling, planning parties and a little bit of reading.

In February of 2008 I was diagnosed with an incurable terminal lung illness, though God promised me a full and complete healing. While we wait for His timing, we're taking it one day at a time, and standing in awe of how God's using all of this for His glory. The tough road we've traveled has given us a new perspective on the fragility of life. Memories are more important to us than ever before. The goal of this blog is to share some of our family life - the ups and downs, the joys and probably some of the pains as well. It's mostly meant as a personal journal of sorts, but you're welcome to share in it. We'd like to take this opportunity to say ...


Tuesday, September 28, 2010

raspberry picking

Last Saturday we went raspberry picking as a family.  It was just about the end of the season for fall raspberries, but we still got 2 pints-worth in under an hour!  We went to Reilly's Summer Seat Farm - a place recommended to me by a sweet friend - and it was WONDERFUL!

Aaron loves raspberries, probably more than any other fruit/berry.  So, he was excited by the idea of eating fresh ones, and I was hoping to get just enough to make some jam, or at least put over vanilla ice cream.

... The boys, on the other hand, thought it was "cruel and unusual" punishment, and that they were way too young to be subjected to such tortuous practices. (I distinctly remember being 4 and spending all morning in the fields at my grandparent's farm with the other grandkids picking raspberries and strawberries and the like - so at 5 1/2, Alex is definitely NOT too young to help for 5 minutes. - MUCH discussion was held on the topic while were were there.)  In Harrison's defense, the prickly thorns were just at his eye level, so I can at least understand some of his displeasure.

Alex "occupied" himself with tickling everyone ...

... and everyTHING in sight.

Eventually Harrison led the mutiny.  He ran down the row, and "disappeared" into the parking lot.  Alex wasn't too far behind, and Aaron went to "check on them."

Apparently "stone picking" really makes one thirsty.

And at least they could SEE where I was.... (You can see that since it's the end of the season, they stopped mowing in between rows, and the weeds were beginning to creep back in...)  Alex and daddy had a nice conversation about camaflouge while they were in the parking lot.

Eventually, I put my foot down, and told Alex that we weren't leaving until he picked some.  Begrudgingly (and quite vocally) he started helping.  I think he picked five.

Daddy and Harrison (who were sooooo ready for dinner) finally got in the action so we could finish off the two pints.  

Ahhh. These are the REALISTIC memories we all have of family outings.  Next summer when we go back to pick more raspberries (and blueberries, blackberries and strawberries), hopefully it will be a more congenial trip. ... Or maybe I'll get a babysitter and leave the kids at home.  We'll see. *grin*

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