Summer's arrival.

Not quite fully ripe, a little firm, and they're still the first strawberries of the season. I haven't kept track of their arrival year to year, but I'm sure someone has, so rather than try to track that, I'm going to take a moment to enjoy them without much further thought. That can come after I've eaten them.

I didn't even think about getting enough to turn them into a cake for my older brother J.'s requested birthday cake. I just grabbed two boxes to eat straight. One went to the Friday night family dinner and one's just for me, with the tops infusing into tap water for aggressively pleasant hydration later this week.