When One Door Closes

This may sound crazy but I was getting sick of strawberries. It hasn’t been a great strawberry year but I still ate enough berries to give myself a healthy pink glow.  My hands are permanently berry-stained.  My breath has a constant strawberry aroma but not in the pleasing way you might imagine.  It’s more like red wine vinegar.  The good news is that the strawberries are done producing for the year.  We all know that when one door closes a new door opens.  It’s raspberries.  Raspberries are the new door.  I love raspberries.  I guess the pink juice stains on my chin will last a little longer.