Raspberries!

The height of summer is the strawberry season.  As long as strawberries are ripe,  I am firmly resolved that summer, notwithstanding all the pessimists and naysayers, will last forever this year.  Some hold this to be an illusion, but that is because their shriveled imagination cannot conceive of eternal summer.  But just because something has never happened before doesn't mean it can't happen, so I remain an optimist, at least until the raspberries ripen.  Raspberries are a gentle sweet reminder that once again,  summer won't last forever this year. I accept their verdict, because raspberries are some of the most delightful fruit God put on this earth. 

Our raspberry patch is producing abundantly this year.  Two years ago they were afflicted with fruitfly larvae that looked like little white maggots and gave the berries a mild sour taste. This threw a lot of  people into a panic, but we just boiled them up into jam.  The presence of a few bugs certifies that the fruit has not been sprayed with poisons.  Most people would rather eat poison than worms, but give me worms any day.

Fortunately, this year we have not detected any worms.