I was very excited today,
because I picked the very first raspberry
of the season.
I have a heritage variety, which fruits in Autumn.
If last year is anything to go by,
this will be the first of many over several weeks.
The berry was placed in solitary confinement...
on death row.
The Cook carried out the execution.
Going by the look on her face,
after she finished the task,
I know she enjoyed it.
Poor little raspberry!
