Raspberry memories

We create memories in some strange ways.  I took the kids to pick raspberries in the wet prickly grass, on the side of the road,  in the rain.
They loved it, at least until in really started raining hard and then I made Buddy climb out of the middle of a brier patch and hose his legs off with Windex.

Part of what we brought home... the rest was eaten in the van on the way home.