O raspberries, o blueberries and strawberries and cherries and whatnot: your season is almost over. How shall I live without you?

Sometimes I wish we could choose a month to visit. Like right now, I wouldn’t mind a quick visit to February. Less fruit, it’s true, but the baked goods and the utter lack of sweltering heat would more than make up for it.

I don’t want to skip through time, though—I don’t want to lose the months in between—I just want to stop in there for a visit, and then come on back.

Recreational time travel, for culinary and weather-related purposes. I’m sure that’ll be invented any day now…