It’s raspberry season today. Right now. The brilliant red juicy orbs are liquefied sunshine, ready to pop in your mouth. Remember your well-intentioned plans for today, like building your deck, your future, your knowledge of ancient languages? Forget it. Those raspberries won’t be there tomorrow. I can’t even guarantee they’ll last until late afternoon which is when you said you’d arrive. I might just go ahead and pick the bushes clean without you. It’s all about to happen, Baby. Sneeze and it’s gone.