Raspberry Rhapsody I wondered, who extracted this red pincushion of a berry from within the razor wire prison of a bush, who picks enough that I might carry a treasure chest of rubies from the grocery store to grace my small granola mountain, snow capped with yogurt, with these precious drupelets? Then, I thought of the Grand Engineer whose design is perfect: a globe of fleshy seeds together, whose plan ensures germination of at least one, no need to count out three seeds from an envelope, place in an anthill of soil, hoping one will sprout, and every raspberry is its own cup, a starter kit, you supply a few drops of rain.