Finding ripe raspberries growing on our raspberry bushes in the fall is a rare occasion. When my husband knocked on the door and stood in front of me with two plump raspberries in his hand, I was very surprised.
“Wow,” I said. “How many did you find?”
”Thank you! That’s love,” I said, as I savored each delicious one slowly.
The gesture reminded me of the little “Love is…” cartoons that used to appear in the newspaper back in the 70s. I used to clip them out and even have some tucked away with some of my other memorabilia.
Thanks for the love! ❤️ Next time I find fall raspberries, I will share them too. I hope. 😘
Love is… Sharing. ~ Kim Casali