Rasberries and Blackberries

There is nothing sweeter than the simple joy of picking wild rasberries and blackberries while walking home from work. There is nothing more lovely then picking something right off of a bush and plopping in into your mouth...the letting it dissolve slowly on your tongue as you pick more.
And the taste! The taste! The melt-in-your-mouth perfect sweetness. Every berry a slightly different bouquet of flavor, depending on size. Large ones are sweeter, smaller are sour.
Here they call the rasberries ¨fraisas¨ even though that´s the word for strawberry. Not sure why. The blackberries are called ¨mora.¨ This is the time of year when they are everywhere-- on the bush right by our door, on the path leading to the house, on the road down from Lucky and Wolf´s, in the field beside our house, in the field behind Benito´s house... everywhere! And this time of year they are HUGE and flavorful.
On a completly unrelated topic: at the moment there is the cutest little puppy sitting in a box right next to me. It´s just slightly larger than a human hand...it´s adorable. I wish I could take him home but unfortunatly he belongs to someone else... oh well.
Although really I just like puppies. Once they become dogs I don´t like them as much (sorry, Abby, but it´s true).