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Kate Connally > wrote:

> The black raspberries are in so I drove out to Schramm's
> Farm Market and got a pint. (If I could have afforded it I
> would have bought all they had!) Anyway, I got some heavy
> cream on the way home and for dessert last night I had a
> giant bowl of berries with sugar and cream. Yum!
>
That reminds me of home. During the summers I'd pick wild raspberries
of all colors and blackberries on my grandfather's farm. My trusty
part-Labrador retriever Lucy would accompany me, as would my mother's
basset hound Clementine and my 20-pound black cat Shamus. Lucy learned
how to pick ripe berries off the canes. Clem couldn't be choosy (being
so low to the ground). Shamus didn't care for berries. He came along
to keep the dogs in line. Lucy and Clem also enjoyed sweet corn. Lucy
would pick her own ear off the stalk. Clem, again due to her stature
deficit, would just uproot the whole stalk.

Cindy, in a semi-nostalgic mood

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