The last half of September, fairly late in the season. Yet there it was, a big raspberry. Because of the few hours of sunshine – my little garden is surrounded by other houses – it took of course a long time for it to ripen.
Every morning I looked at my raspberry; is it ready to be eaten? Alas, hopefully tomorrow, or else the day after tomorrow…
Every day I looked forward to that even more. This morning I watched it and knew instantly that today was THE DAY!
I was already pondering on which moment of the day the taste in my mouth would be as neutral as possible, so I could enjoy the sensations of my raspberry to the fullest. Of course not right after eating breakfast, nor right after drinking coffee…I decided to postpone the banquet for a while until later.
Suddenly Mario came walking in and we quickly decided we had to go to town. After an hour we were back, had a coffee and then Mario went off to his job.
30 minutes and a few sips of water later I decided that the taste in my mouth was neutral enough. Now my moment of joy has arrived, I thought. That it had been a sly combat, I discovered only when I neared my raspberry bush. Mister Blackbird had been casually roaming my garden each day, preferably when I was miles away. He too must have kept a keen eye on the development of my raspberry. The moment I was about to consume my harvest, I was shocked to discover the remains of my once so gorgeous raspberry; only the small white kernel was hanging in the bush. Mister Blackbird sat innocently attending his feathers in my hedge, or was he laughing?
Hi Mario!
I feel sorry for Simone to have her raspberry fruit eaten by a bid. But on the other hand they too need food…Wonderful story and a great post!
Thank you,
Zuzanna
Thanks for your comment, Zuzanna. Simone is very happy to hear that people like her story.