Not a euphemism, a literal surprise strawberry.
I’ve been eagerly watching my raspberry patch all spring as they turned from flowers to specks to white blobs, to pink blobs.
Finally this morning when I went outside for a morning smoke , I noticed the tell tale crimson of a ripe raspberry. I picked it and took just a moment to reflect before savoring the first homegrown berry of the season. Then I noticed a stupid ant was trying to beat me to the first raspberry of the season. Angrily I blew it off, a bit too angrily apparently, as the berry blew out of my hand into the patch.
Unwilling to give up on the first berry, I looked through the patch until I saw a spot of red and grabbed it.
To my surprise it was not my raspberry, but a perfectly ripe strawberry. So I picked it and ate it, it more than made up for the raspberry of which there will be many more. Buy being here for two years I had no idea there were strawberry plants there. I’m guess it was once half raspberry and half strawberry patch, but as raspberries tend to, they needed more lebensraum and invaded the Strawberrienland.
Now I know what that bastard possum is doing in my yard before the raspberries are ripe sometimes when I go out for my morning smoke, He’s stealing strawberries. :mad: