Life is just a

Bowl full of cherries.  And wild strawberries, and freshly picked raspberries.  Pure berry bliss.
I picked the raspberries with my two-year-old niece.

What do you mean you can't tell that's what we're doing here?  Maybe it's because the raspberries never stayed in the colander for more than 1.7 seconds before finding their way into her mouth.

The strawberries lasted a bit longer.

 Here's the view from the airplane window yesterday flying into Seattle.

 And here is the mist rolling over Vashon Island this morning, Seattle in the distance.

I guess the view and the berries and the adorable child are all right...if you like that sort of thing.