Do you have some thing that just says SUMMER to you? 

Mine might be berries, wild or home grown. There's nothing like sifting through the canes to find the ripest sun warmed summer berries. Forget farm to table, this is straight to my mouth. 

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We let the wild boy run freely; wind tousled hair, sunshine highlighting those blue eyes that sparkle with mischief yet to be imagined. His face is streaked with bits of berries; his clothes stained pink. He stands proudly, king of the land, owner of all berries far and wide. We giggle to each other and sneak more berries off the bush behind him.