My mom came home from a conference – and brought raspberries!

Now, everyone who knows me, knows that I love raspberries, LOVE them. They’re my absolutely favorite fruit in the world. And this summer they’ve been rare, probably due to the draught.

So now, I’m happy. Very happy indeed. I think the main reason is the memories, the fact that to me raspberries equal summer, and carefree playing in the sun as as a child. It means our holiday home on a small lake in Switzerland, next to a big meadow with grass high enough that a small child could get lost (or hide) in it. It means picking raspberries from the bush in the evening and eating the first ones while they’re still sun warm and the rest later with cream together with the family.

Whenever I eat a raspberry, or smell one, it brings me back, and I can’t help but smile and feel the summer warmth of my childhood wash over me.

A friend made me a LiveJournal icon last summer, that still means a lot to me: