Yesterday I finished my sweaty jog at our garden plot and, with labored breath, started poking around in our strawberry patch. Pushing aside the broad leaves with my palm, I spotted about a dozen red berries hiding near the ground. Some have already gone rotten, after only days of neglect, the ground-side of them now mushy and brown with decay. I took home the good ones, washed off the dirt, and popped the juicy morsel in my mouth.
Then last night, at a much less natural place-Cub Foods-I loaded up on cherries, blueberries, and even more strawberries.
I am grateful for the fresh fruit of June.
Also, a great article in the NY Times today about gardening.