It's a jungle out there

and evidently you need to be seriously attired to
go pick cherry tomatoes in my nephew's garden plot

I lost count after 50 little red marbles went into the colander....

And when the colander gets pressed into service for what
it was intended, one must still suit up to find the ripe fruit -
and warn away the critters with a handy dandy whistle.

Don't you occasionally miss being four years old when
EVERYTHING about life was an adventure?