Yes, I am having a berry, berry good day, thanks to these Raspberries in a Cup with Blackberries, by Jonathan Koch. I did not eat any, since they are made of paint, but I did have actual cherries for breakfast.
And yesterday, I watered the actual raspberries in the back corner of the yard. They are surviving.
I have been working outside on a long-term freelance editing project than can be done at a table in the shade. I have been moving forward at a slow, intuitive pace with various other writing projects.
And I had a poem acceptance yesterday--yay!--that balanced the rejection that started the week. This journal accepted the one poem that was simultaneously submitted, so I had to withdraw it from the other place, which was prompt and friendly and congratulatory in responding to my immediate notification, which is all good!
Tonight, I will visit with friends again to remember and gently mourn Phyllis. And drink cosmopolitans.