Should have waited, got them to smile. Should have clicked when they were just picked, like wine beads in the sun, my hands still feeling the scratches from ruthless thorns. I should have held on, taken shots of meringue dessert, still warm on the plate. I should have slowed down, clicked those last few crumbs, that curving line of syrupy juice, the softened pips that were licked when no-one was looking.
And there they were gone. Delicious! This year's gooseberry crop was a small one, but perfectly formed into dessert that disappeared before I thought about anything else. How it should be, of course, but this meant that I didn't take a shot for you to see. (The eagle eyes among you will recognize this photo from last year.)