Inhale: Local river walk is lined with raspberry bushes (and blackberry bushes in one place), and they are ripening. I had a day off today, and took a big old tupperware with me, loaded up my podcaster, slathered on the sunblock and donned my massive wide-brimmed straw sunhat, and filled that sucker to the brim with fresh berries. We snacked on some, selected the most attractive one to save for breakfast tomorrow, and dumped the rest in the freezer for smoothies and raspberry lemonade.
Vent: Apparently the optimal growing conditions for raspberry bushes are identical to the optimal growing conditions for stinging nettles. Despite my best efforts to avoid them, I am still stinging in (i) the first knuckle of my left ring-finger (ii) the underside of my left wrist (iii) the side of my right pinkie (iv) the knobby bone part of my right wrist (v) the underside of my right wrist, and (vi) the outside of my right forearm, about halfway up.
Inhale: In my travels, I have confirmed the best spots with the largest berries, and also confirmed that there are many, many, many bushes with unripe berries still to come. I think I'll be doing this regularly this summer. How have I never learned that I live in berryland? I took this river walk all the time last summer. How did I not notice the bounty? BERRIES!!!