I tasted my first real strawberry of 2006 today. I squatted in the back field at Coonamessett Farm, feeling like a teenager kissing in the backseat of a car because I was so sure I was doing something everyone else wanted to do. Except instead of kissing, I was eating a real, red, juicy strawberry, and it was still warm to the touch from the day’s heat. As I ate it, bite by succulent bite, I could feel my shoulders begin to sunburn. Summer has arrived.