Blackberries.
I am dying for fresh blackberries. The smell of them ripening under the August Sun, the heat of the day carrying the scent across fields.
The taste of freshly picked blackberries, plump and juicy, exploding in your mouth with the first bite. Purple stained fingers from picking them that carry the scent for hours despite washing.
Blackberry cobbler, or blackberry pie.
4 months to go.....