You were my first this year,
Plump, firm, and a bright vibrant red.
I had a bit of fear,
That if I waited too long to pick you, that you might not make it.
But hooray, fantastic, such joy! You stayed perfect.
I picked you early Saturday morning,
Lovingly cradled in my caring hands as we drove.
Drove to my in-laws.
Where we sliced you up and savored you.
Every. Perfect. Bite.
