Straawberries, Raaaspberies, Cheee-eeer-ieees! – that was the cry of the street vendor who used to sell from a cart when I was a little girl.  You have to say it sing-song and draw each word out. 

Back to present time and my own garden – well, one raspberry, but it is early – they are August fruit here, no cherries – they did not recover from last year’s neglect – BUT, strawberries…