The Fourth of July is a good day to eat cherries.  I take it as a sign of my transition from midwesterner to northwesterner that I now prefer Rainier cherries to Bing.  The strawberry season didn't do much for me this year, but I'm looking forward to blueberry time.  I think that gritty little bit of skin that blueberries leave behind in my teeth is what makes them healthy.  I don't feel the same way about raspberry seeds, which come to think of it, seem to be being bred out of raspberries.  The ones I've eaten lately don't seem as seedy as I remember from the old days. 

I'm old now.  When I was young I liked to read and think about the olden days when people rode on covered wagons to their new homesteads.  Now when I talk about the old days I refer to a time I experienced, when people had groovy clothes and I didn't realize how fast time passes on.