July brings...

I'm writing this after an evening of decadence and bliss in the same Cherry Garden where my sister and I recently collected some bounty. No camera, no company. Just me and the proverbial snake. Seven days of harsh sun had done wonders for the dark harvest on heavy boughs and branches. I picked. I ate until I couldn't see another cherry. The sun was setting in the distance between the trees; I hurdled a ladder and a laden box through tall nettled grass. Meanwhile, the ribes niger or nigrum in my garden is growing in that same good sun. July portends more fun with summer fruit.