Last week, we were picking raspberries from our fall-bearing canes - after two heavy frosts (20 degrees on Friday morning and this morning), there probably aren't any left, but oh, they were delicious! Picking raspberries always brings back memories of Mother and Dad's big patch in Washington. Picking with Dad was always a challenge because he liked to reach through the row and take the big ones on my side, as well as his. Raspberry picking time was a good time to talk and laugh and work together. Remember Mother's last summer, when Judy would bring baby Ben over, put him in the bedroom with Mother, and then we'd go down to the patch and pick like crazy. It was solace to do the practical things that summer - made life a little easier.