Cherries and Raspberries

Some Native American tribes believed strongly in the connection between mother and child that comes through the placenta. To honor this connection, Native Americans would bury the placenta and then plant a tree or perennial over-top so that the child would always be able to find his/her way home. 

My aunt and uncle embraced this tradition when Sarah, their first child was born, and planted a cherry tree in the yard. We reaped the fruit of the harvest while we were up there. 

Everyone enjoyed picking cherries. Joe was especially good at finding all the ripe ones and eating them.

 With our bountiful harvest, Uncle Gary made Grandma Ruby's Cherry Garcia Ice Cream, by far the best I have ever tasted! The secret ingredient, sweetened condensed milk instead of sugar. 

 Matt and his brother were standing on a limb of the tree and it broke away, leaving basically half of the tree naked. Here, Mindy is examining the fallen branch.

 Will says I always steal kisses from Cole, but I maintain that I pay in full by changing many poopie diapers.

 We were fortunate enough to be able to pick raspberries at Brian and Dixie's too. 

 Cole helped with some supervision. 

 Just enjoying the wind.