“When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,

Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.

Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,

Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.”

― Emily Dickinson

The first batch of the season, bought from a nice man in a van at one of the local breweries.
$9 a pound and worth every penny.