Boreal Witch

Last night before Robinson and I went to bed, he related a very sweet story to me. Arthur was helping Robinson mow the lawn, but then saw the raspberries and ran off to go eat some. Robinson went over and heard Arthur saying, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," as he plucked berry after berry off of the bush.

Robinson asked Arthur who he was thanking and Arthur said, "The raspberries."

Thanks for the berries!

Blessed be.