Last year a friend of Nathan's gave us a sad little raspberry bush in a plastic pot. I think it was a leftover from a plant sale somewhere. There was a period where I didn't I didn't think she would make it, let alone give us fruit. She was being nibbled all over by a mysterious and very hungry something. But I forget how hardy raspberries are, and she has given us a few delicious berries in the past weeks. Not many mind you, just a handful. So each day when a new berry is ripe Nathan and I break it in half and share. Sometimes there might even be two ripe on the same day and then we can each have our own. Today I was grumpy when Nathan suggested I check the raspberry bush for a treat to share, I was instantly cheered up.