Mmmmm....fresh Okanagan raspberries...just picked this morning and in my refrigerator already. Raspberries are so evocative of my childhood, when I was 7 we lived on Vancouver Island in a little town called Courtenay and our house was surrounded by raspberry bushes, and I'd pick them all day long, my little hands (and face!) would be stained by the juice by the time the sun went down. To this day, everytime I bite into a fresh raspberry and feel each little "capsule" burst in my mouth, I am instantly transported back to those lazy summer days.