Berry, Berry Good

From the torture of dentistry — a new crown — to the delicious pleasure of berry picking, all in one afternoon.

“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon… the two most beautiful words in the English language.” So said Henry James, and he was never wrong.

Being raked by wild canes while delicately pulling off the first of the wild raspberries in the woods of the Rockefeller Preserve, one of the peak experiences of summer. Only gathered a liter this trip… we’ll have to come back for more.

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