“There are no ripe raspberries there.”
“Approach the raspberry patch from the other direction and see if anything shows up.”
“Look at all the ripe raspberries!”
This was how a conversation unfolded on vacation last week with my five-year-old granddaughter, Tatum, as we peered into the bushes at the side of the road near our cottage. Walking one way down the road, we couldn’t see any raspberries. Coming from the other direction, there were dozens on the very same plant.
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