Rich flavour and aroma of raspberry memories

Oh the joys of summer fruit. Raspberries remind me of the imminent birth of my lovely daughter, who arrived in the midst of the fragrant season of jam-making. When we arrived home from the hospital, the house was still fragrant with the smell of boiling raspberry jam.

I nursed her beneath the shade and scent of a large wisteria and then we laid her to sleep on her quilt on the grass in the garden. That blanket was a blue and red design, made by a friend.