The strawberries were a lovely red color, and they smelled and tasted wonderful. Still, as we filled basket after basket, the charm of the berries quickly faded. Unfortunately, the crop was all too plentiful this year and the sun all too hot. The only thing making it bearable was the absence of black flies. Luckily, what my family called “the dread black fly season” was over.
Hmm, I thought, Hetty is like a black fly. A really enormous black fly. You can seldom see her stings coming, but the pain of them lasts for days and days and days.
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