Morning drive time and berries

Just two notes about my non-urban life. First, my morning drive to work is barely long enough to fit in two Natalie Merchant songs, and that’s if I circle the block to get coffee. Also, at this time of year, our yard is awash in black raspberries, quarts and quarts of them, and we’ve been on a raspberry high for more than two weeks now. The strawberries, smaller than your fingernail but more flavorful than anything you can get in a store, were also plentiful this year, and we had six or seven cherries off the cherry tree! (Growing up, our yards all had apple trees, pear trees, cherry trees, and my aunt’s place out in the country was black-cap heaven.)