Always, no, sometimes think it’s me,
But, you know, I know when it’s a dream.
I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but it’s all wrong;
That is, I think I disagree..
Today was an alarming day at the Saturday Market. Hundreds of Eugeniuses wandering around blissfully, aimlessly, with sticky smiles and red hands. Everyone — everyone! — was holding at least a pint of the best strawberries in the world: Willamette Valley Seascapes. There was an odd quiet in the crowd, for we were all smitten and dazed and, dare I say it, high. Although some farms have had Seascapes out for a couple of weeks now, this was the first, wonderful week when the berries are gorgeously sunkissedly beautifully pumped full of sweet sunshine. And partook we did, a love fest in honor of the Bacchante-laureate weekend, the start of summer, and finally some normal June weather.