Luscious

There really isn't a better word to describe a ripe strawberry.

I happen to pass by the Farmer's Market while running errands. It is being scrubbed up which means it's not that long until the produce from further south arrives. This year, while the market is in full swing, I will not buy a single grocery store veggie or fruit. No, I will buy from the little old ladies and men who drive hours to bring it to us. Yet, my back yard herb garden will be the envy of all of them, and we will consume more chlorophyl than a large family of rabbits. With the warmer weather, the craving for hearty stews and peasant soups is becoming a distant memory and so is the need for a hair drier and gallons of body lotion after each shower.

I'm so happy I could sing. This would be perfectly suitable but I don't know if I can remember all the words.