One warm afternoon, I was driving past our community sharing garden in Beloit’s Merrill neighborhood when I spotted a two-year-old child dressed only in a diaper standing in the garden. His chest was covered in a red this liquid.
I pulled over because I was worried about the situation. As I approached the child, his seven and nine year old sisters walked out of the raspberry patch, each with both hands full of berries.
They gave some berries to their little brother, and all of them took a couple of minutes to eat. The older sisters re-entered the patch to find more while the shirtless child covered in raspberry juice waited for more.