Some berries have fallen beneath a tree, onto the curb and into Danforth Street here. What they are called, I do not know. We used to call them choke cherries, and located throughout the neighborhood, the crows loved them. We did not! Yes, I sampled them! They tasted terrible and made me shudder. Of course, back then lots of things made me shudder: falling off our raft into cold Gulliver's Pond in springtime, peaches stolen from old man Oliver's trees late at night, Kissing Hide and Go Seek, and delivering papers at 5 AM among others. Funny how a song, a place, a face, a photograph can take you swirling back in time.
* ps. Yes, this picture was taken just last week. Not a fall shot... but spring.