These are red lake currants, they grow very easily, and, for some odd reason, no one seems to snack on them except me. They are a pain to pick, because all the berries don’t ripen at once. I’ll admit that picking them is a tedious task, but it’s worth the few jars of jelly or the handful scattered on a mixed fruit tart. I try to get out every morning when it’s still shady and spend ten or fifteen minutes picking them. Fruit always amazes me–these translucent ruby orbs, how is it even possible?