It’s hot, buggy and muggy. I have jet lag. I might get rained on.
That’s what I said out loud to the four walls in my office as I pondered a berry picking trip to Shenk’s Berry Farm in Lititz. “Quit your whining,” said Mother Nature, or whoever was listening. “The fruit shows up when it’s good and ready, not the other way around. You snooze, you lose.”
She was right, of course. Due to travel, I already had put off picking at the beginning of raspberry season. If I wanted in on this year’s harvest, I had better get