She called back to us
And I looked back. We passed her, max-dog chasing a scent and me lost in thought. It wasn’t until we were almost at the pond that I heard her call back to us. I am here, don’t forget about me and my gifts.
Autumn Olive, berry laden bush we discovered last year. Origin is Russian and the whispy bush produces silver maroon coloured berries. We’ve made Vinigar, jam and jelly from its berries.
Each morning I’ve been asking if I may have a few and enjoying the gift she offers.
Who is calling back to you?
