Berry cobbler with fresh goat milk ice cream.
A fresh glass of strawberry lemonade.
A handful tossed into a smoothie in the morning.
Yogurt mixed with maple syrup and more berries.
A bowl of berries here, a bucket of berries there.
Berries for fresh eating.
And bags upon bags of berries stashed away in the freezer.
Blueberries, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries.
When it's berry season, you pick.
That's all you ever do. Pick and pick and pick.
Because if you don't, you'll regret it come those dark winter days when you crave the taste of summer.
So you sit there with your buckets with a plink and a plunk until it's all full. Then you start again.