Wild Raspberries

For the past week or so, wild raspberries have been in bloom along my favorite walking path. They are almost picked off by now, but I’m able to munch on at least a few each day.

After pulling a berry off a tree, I squish it between two fingers and offer it to River. He accepts it cautiously, wrinkles his nose at the sour tartness that combines with the red sweetness, scrunches his mouth, swallows, then accepts as I offer him another.

It feels nice to be able to pull food off of a bush and offer it to him.