The happy place

At my house, the roads and fields are fringed with bushes of wild raspberries which with their red fruit look like from a fairy tale against the green of the bushes and greenery surrounding them.

I will pick these raspberries and bake a pie.

There are often white larvae inside these berries, maybe one day they will become butterflies, i don’t know.

I will when baking this pie, pretend that no such larvae exist.

Such is the power of imagination.