Raspberries are new to Aw; so is her very own garden.
She didn't know about either of those things in Thailand, where other people did the food shopping and the garden-tending and she inherited a huge raspberry patch in her new Canadian place.
The Pad Thai was fabulous as always and she also served something I couldn't pronounce that was essentially a curry dish poured over rice. It was wonderful.
Fully sated, we set to work. Now picking raspberries is enjoyable but it was a dampish evening and the kamikaze mosquitoes were out in force, probably carrying some vicious new flu strain that will wreck my coming trip to Cuba.
We picked seven pints. Awesome always insists on photographic evidence to send home.
She picks up on customs so quickly but she stands firm on the business of watering the garden. Sprinklers are too slow. End of discussion. Therefore she stands, all five feet of her, hose and nozzle firmly in hand while she gives individual attention to every plant and bush.
You go, sweet girl.
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