Suddenly it is "that" season.
I go out looking completely normal - or normal for me. anyway - yet, on the way back, my fingers are become reddened in response to a host of wanton, beckoning berries. Stray pips, or not yet ripened red cells, throb annoyingly from the spaces they have discovered, and slid inside between my teeth. And also, because the best berries are always nearest to the sharpest thorns, my fingers, too, are tingling
