Your Children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their thoughts dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Paradise

Friends of mine live in paradise, and we have been enjoying the fruits of their labor. I went down to pick raspberries at their house and then had to return because I didn't get to freeze any as we had an eating frenzy.
This is paradise. Raspberries and grapes with a spectacular view.
Paul's sister Mary came with me, and we couldn't believe how time moved so quickly and remained still at the same time. Three hours of picking didn't seem like three hours.

little brown frogs
Willow couldn't believe her good fortune when I came home. She shouted, "I like raspberries!"
Paul tried to take only one bowl away to start freezing and she said, "Don't take MY raspberries!"
They also gave us elderberry and blueberry wine which they make among others. Two different kinds of squashes and three pumpkins made their way into the van as well. Mary has made us raspberry bread; curry squash soup; and Paul has made raspberry pancakes. We also have a ton in the freezer to enjoy this winter.

The smile says it all.

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