My Grandmother's Raspberry Bush

My grandmother Marian was a doer. 

She raised 7 children on her own, after her husband died in a hunting accident. Though it took its toll she never let it slow her down. One of the memories I have of her is her raspberry bush. My brother and I would spend hours out there rummaging through the bushes, eating as many berries as we could, and probably destroying some of her plants with our feet. She would often scold us for diving too deep into her plants and wrecking them. 

Sorry grandma, thanks for the berries and the memories.

katina schell