Three years ago, we dug a hole in the ground and held our breath.
Summer after summer, the green sprouted new, and we watered, waited, and wondered.
And three years later, our crop is yielding.
Luscious, luscious raspberries.
The bushes came from the lil' dude's bestie E.'s daddy. He's got himself a mean green thumb.
Every night when the lil' dude runs to the fence for her berry fix, I tell her the story of how these raspberry bushes came to be.
I love explaining to my daughter what a little time, love, and patience will provide. Some good dirt, hot sun, and luck is all you need to grow your own food!
What a sweet little lesson.