I have a surprise for you, Chole.
My Aunt Judy, my godmother, always had a surprise for me. Always a lovely little indulgence.
Let’s go out into the garden.
I reached for my shoes and noticed that she had left hers behind.
Look over there, past the hydrangeas…
The grass was silky and sleek beneath my feet as I skipped along.
look beneath the elm tree…
With my chubby hand, I shielded my eyes from the harsh noon sun.
just there, against the white fence.
There, in the cool shade grew hidden treasure…brambly, plump wild raspberries.
Pull those branches apart, that’s where the sweetest ones hide. Choose a crimson one….the others are still bitter.
We had no money for berries. Our fruit bowl held Macintosh apples, navel oranges, bunches of bananas.
Give it a gentle pull, it will come off easily if it’s ready.
We often had no money. For doctors. For books. For rainboots.
Be careful, those thorns are like tiny fishhooks.
I swiped away stray strands of my sun-bleached hair that were blocking my view.
Got it? Okay, now taste it…
I had seen raspberries before, I’d tasted raspberry flavored Kool-Aid before, but this was different…so much better.
We had no money. The grown-up apologies in my mother’s hazel eyes told me so.
May I have one?
In the shade of the elm, we ate our entire bucketful.
I couldn’t wait to share these with you…
There, with juice-stained hands, fingernail beds, and lips, those wild raspberries made me feel rich.
This post is in response to the this week’s RemembeRED
prompt that asked us to write about our favorite fresh fruit or vegetable.