They just love this time of year, as do I. Below, you will see my obsession with berry picking season memorialized in many pictures. The red of the berries that are about to burst in the sun. Picking and eating them, warmed by the sun, right off the bush. Sweet. Flavorful. Nothing like the Driscolls bred to withstand conveyor belts and packaging. This ephemeral beauties last for moments in time, a blink, but we take full advantage of the spoils!