« Life Changing Cat Litter?
We had a date! »

August 29th, 2006

Why I never had a raspberry patch

world clas organization pfizer neurontin 300 mg cap pediatric augmentin premarin is made if you take celebrex dont take shreya life cialis soft viagra black market in canada cytotec dosage buy hoodia gordonii plus in canada is atrovent available in generic cost f clomid prevacid card medication self-management coumadin breast augmentation polls cytotec for inducing pregnancy generic name for hytrin aleve information examples of adjective cla clarinex and high blood pressure cla contact technicians stomach problems protonix prozac payment assistance growth hormone human injectable real women snorting viagra lexapro dopamine discount zanaflex online no perscription white n brite what are alternitive uses for altace breast enhancement cream illinois what is cardizem difference between prozac and effexor dr nessmith breast augmentation plavix give you weight gain coumadin warfaren alternatives ecstacy zoloft parody hgh hel pictures melatonin levels closed brain injury geodon im maxalt info buspar and children famvir 125 mg the most effective hgh suppliment risperdal bitter taste human growth hormone orlando florida motrin for arthritis zithromax pregnant soma beds buy zyrtec online from usa pharmacy lithium and paxil with methodone update on claritin generic 2002

We are the couple who cried, “We’re Moving!”

Since we came here to our “starter house” in the luxurious bedroom community of Saint Paul’s Rockin’ East Side, we have figured it was just a matter of time before we moved. It would be a big house. It would have a big yard. It would be in a quiet town. It would have a mailbox at the end of a long driveway.

Two children in our three bedroom, one and a half bath home was nice. Three was an adjustment. Four was a challenge.

Five children here is an adventure; an accomplishment!

About each year the topic of moving comes up. Maybe we’ll see a house for sale and start running the numbers. Lots of times it’s been possible, if this house were “ready to sell” - which it never is because we’ve been too busy out-growing it to get it ready.

And every summer I think, maybe we’ll plant raspberries. Wouldn’t that be nice to have raspberries? Lots of raspberries!

But I just couldn’t spend the money and time on berry bushes that wouldn’t bear fruit for two years. I figured, “I need other stuff now. Besides, in two years we’ll probably be living somewhere else.”

But we haven’t moved, and I never planted my berry patch. Until…

The other day a friend - a very wonderful, helpful, and generous friend - said I could have some of her raspberry canes. (It ended up being about 16!) She said that instead of mowing down the ones that relentlessly spread, she had been waiting for God to tell her who to give them to. (He picked me!)

Yesterday I went to her house to get them, and some of her spare strawberry plants, too. (Um, about 15!) THEN she offered to come back to my house and help me plant them all!

And what might be the best part, because of their size and age, we’ll probably get to enjoy their fruit next summer!

… if we haven’t moved by then.

Posted in Gardening, Making Home | By helen

  • Both comments and trackbacks are currenlty open for this entry.
  • Trackback URI: http://www.helenmartin.com/2006/08/29/why-i-never-had-a-raspberry-patch/trackback/
  • Comments RSS 2.0

2 Responses to “Why I never had a raspberry patch”

  1. scottyj Says:

    August 29th, 2006 at 4:43 pm

    I don’t remember giving you any raspberry bushes! And I’m a he not a she. (Mental note: Maybe Helen is referring to someone else. Hmmm. Let’s see. Very wonderful. Me. Hepful. Me also. Generous. Yep it’s me. Helen must’ve thought I gave her all those nice things. It’s probably one of her other friends. Although, not as great as I am.)

  2. scottyj Says:

    August 29th, 2006 at 4:45 pm

    Hep me! Hep me! I don’t know how to spell heLpful.

Leave a Reply