Breakfast

One of the things I had most looked forward to about visiting Washington was the fruit. I wanted fresh fruit picked off the vine/tree/plant. Mom promised me cherries, and maybe apricots and B. talked about strawberries. When I got to her house, it turns out she has raspberry bushes growing all over her fence.

B. says she picks every morning and there are new ripe ones every day. Guess what I had for breakfast every day I was in Bellingham?

Fresh raspberries, cereal and milk. This I will miss when I head back to the desert.