Late in the spring, blossoms on the berry bushes that blanket the Pacific Northwest give way to tiny green fruit, hard and sour. Their annual appearance is followed by months of anticipation as ripeness slowly imparts juice and sweetness.
Fast-forward to August, and the continued presence of unripe berries is a reassuring sign that summer is still in effect. Though inevitable, chilly mists, waking in darkness, and seasonal depression are still far (enough) away. There are still pies to be baked, preserves to put up, and faces to be smeared with vivid purple juice.