So today, the crop from Joyce is berries. And thanks Tim for the inspiration. Yeah, it's a favorite of many, many people, but a great ambivalence because of their thorns and their fire danger. So I wrote a poem about berries. Dangerous, delicious beauties. Their fire is hot. Their taste is sweet, their color. The shades of Kings and Queens crowning our desserts world. And our smoothies. The texture and taste of our lives. Theories
