Three years ago, I started a little raspberry patch in our backyard. Raspberries take a while to get established, a concept the girls have had a difficult time with. (Patience, my darlings. It truly is a virtue.) The first summer, we had a few berries. The second summer, a few more. Just enough to whet two little girls' appetites.
This summer, we have raspberries.

So many raspberries, in fact, that last night the girls and I were able to make our first batch of jam.

And there are still more to come!

Mmmm. Raspberries.
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