“Let’s pick blueberries today,” I suggested to Charlie. And though we decided not to, we then found ourselves near the fruit farm. “Let’s just go see if they have any to buy,” we thought. And then we decided to pick ourselves. Lesson: go in the morning when it’s cooler. If you’re picking raspberries, wear long pants and long sleeves. We came away with a good mess of blueberries but the raspberries? Let’s just say we aren’t really very good at that one. Grateful for nature’s sweet bounty and for the farms that labor to produce it.