This is the time of year when I go nuts for the invasive-but-delicious Asian raspberries known as wineberries. As I tend to note this time of year, I tend to gorge myself on the berries that practically overrun one of my jobsites. This week, the berries are at their peak of ripeness:
I'm seeing red, and it's delicious. Hey, suddenly I am reminded of one of my favorite tunes by antipodean rockers Split Enz:
That slightly off-kilter piano solo in the bridge never fails to crack me up... or is it that I'm practically drunk on wineberries?