Every time I walked down to get my mail the letters came home stained with berry juice because I couldn’t resist. My fingernails were stained berry blue for a solid month and there was nothing I could do about it. (If there’s a way to pick berries in gloves, I haven’t found it yet.)
By mid-July I peeled the skin off a peach with my teeth and ate it in three bites.
Anybody else out there a survivalist tiger? Do share.