Last week I was moving around the pots of herbs in my backyard, pulling weeds from them and watering them, getting them ready for the heat of another Texas summer. We are having some work done – the main reason I am moving those very pots out of the way – and the man who was prepping my yard came over.
I was contemplating pulling this one particular growth (see photo above)…a plant which had sprouted up out of my basil pot. He looked at it and said, “Looks like you have a raspberry bush growing in there.”
At that bit of news, my heart leapt with joy!! Seriously, I am sure it was dancing inside my chest!
If you have followed my older posts you will know the significance raspberries have to me. Many of my fondest memories are of picking raspberries with my grandmother in her back yard. If a person could have a ‘spirit fruit’ – you know, like a spirit animal – mine would be the raspberry.
Needless to say, the bush remains. I have been watering it diligently, hoping it will survive so it can be replanted in the new beds to come. Until then, I will be dreaming of freshly picked raspberries…and reliving those childhood moments I spent with my grandmother gathering that sweet, red fruit I love so much.