As I have written earlier this summer, we have a large raspberry patch along one side of our garage. It thrives there without too much attention save an annual pruning. Each June I taste some of the berries. While I enjoy them, I sense that I am remembering a richer flavor berry from last year. Then I reflect on how often a memory of taste is often stronger than the actual taste and I relax.
But then come the first berries of August. We inadvertently planted two varieties of raspberries mingled with one another. These second berries are from a different type than the June ones. Yesterday I ate three of the new ones. I was right. These berries were bigger, richer and juicier. It’s just that I was comparing last year’s August berries with this year’s June ones. I mentioned this to my husband. He said that we do this same comparison every year. Fortunately each year we are again delighted by the second harvest.
I am pausing to reflect on what other things are often better the second time around.
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Love raspberries! And yes I agree sometimes things are better the second time around. Sometimes they’re better than you remember it to be.
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Your husband reminding you that the two of you “do this same comparison every year” made me chuckle. Rituals.
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Especially with a long time partner or friend. They cement the bonds.
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I think I have tasted raspberries 🙂 we have a star apple tree, we get fruits in March and April.
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I had star apple once when I was in Guam. I guess it is a tropical fruit.
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I have not tasted raspberries, they do not grow in my place. maybe the weather is too hot for them.
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Yes, I think they need the frost, and perhaps even the freeze, to thrive.
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