At the house I grew up in we had wild raspberries in our backyard. We never got more than a handful at a time but boy were they good. My friend Chris brought me these raspberries the other day. She and her daughters had gone berry picking the day before. I think they look beautiful just the way they are...and they taste as delicious as they look...
At the same house, we had a small vegetable garden in our backyard right beside our pool. The pool was really a wonderful "cement pond" (like in the Beverly Hillbillies and pronounced "see-meant pawnd"). The pool had to be painted blue and white every year and when I was older, I would help my dad with the cleaning and painting. We also had a tradition of painting a different cool graphic on the bottom of the shallow end each year. We had a happy face, the symbol for "International Women's Year", and the word 'diver' shaped like a diver among other creative ideas. One time my dad made a stencil from the outlines of my feet and we made a footprint path all over the bottom of the pool. My dad really had some cool ideas.
These peas-in-the-pod reminded me of my old house. I remember swimming and coming out of the pool near the garden so that I could eat fresh peas straight off the vine. I bought these peas to show my kids and tell them this story. We also compared eating fresh, fresh cooked and frozen peas.
2 comments:
hey ....i remember those footprints leading to the deep end and being very impressed and yet honoured to be invited over....
s.
what a great story, is that who your creative streak comes from? actually it's more than a streak, it's more like a giant swath!!
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