Raspberry Hunting

I believe there is nothing better than fresh raspberries in late summer. My youngest memories visiting my grandparents involve picking raspberries and popping them in my mouth while running frantically away from the bees that I was sure were on a mission to attack me.

So as Grandma tended her garden after our lunch last week, I knew it was time to raid the raspberry bushes. I asked her for a bowl to put them in. She looked at me funny and said "Why? You know they are just going to all end up in your mouth!" Smart lady!

This picture makes me laugh so hard! Seriously, I'm on a mission!

My summer is now complete.

I've been getting a lot of questions about whether or not my tri season is over. I'll go into this more tomorrow, the short answer being no, it's not over yet . . .