Joys of my yard

The absolute best time of the year for living in my house is about to arrive. The little wild strawberries that we let overrun the back corner are turning up perfect, tasty, tiny little berries, and the black raspberries that surround the house are about to deliver us quarts and quarts of delicious black caps. I know that someday we will be gone from this house and someone else will come here and mow down the strawberries and tear out all the raspberries, and I just want to be on record saying that I will be forced to haunt the bastids, even if I’m not quite dead yet, because anybody who doesn’t appreciate having their own raspberries doesn’t deserve this house.