Cedar and Raspberries

 Dear Mom, You've truly been an inspiration throughout my life.  You've been there for me to listen to my latest ramblings about work or home.  You brought to me a value of family while honoring fierce independence. Your sense of civic rights along with a general appreciation of nature have all woven into the fabric of whom I am.  I think of you often, and I dedicate this new blog to you! Love, Kate ~ I t was a damp overcast summer day in Maine.  The air smelled of cedar and woodsmoke.  Through the raindrops, I could see the dots of orange daylilies next door at my aunt's camp.   I put on my raincoat and flip-flops, gathered my sisters, and opened the squeaky back door.  Remembering parents had gone for a shop, we let the screen door swing free for a satisfying slam close.   Spying the dirt camp road to our grandmother's, we ventured out into the dampness.  As we walked up the steep hill, we were delighted to see ripe raspberri...