Alright, there really is no beret.
This post is about how my wonderful husband, Madhava, went out back behind our mulberry trees and whacked down a path throughout our wild raspberry patch. Wasn’t that nice of him? There are some parts which are a little trecherous to traverse because of decaying plant matter underfoot, but it is a big improvement from the wild growht previously impeding the way.
But wouldn’t it be cute if I had a picture of him with his scythe wearing a raspberry beret? You know, the kind you find in a second hand store…