The bad part was stepping out of the tall raised bed that runs the length of the back, having my foot skid out from under me and going over and down.
Some people do tattoos. I do a more temporary cherry and plum version.
Meantime, I popped one of these in my mouth and confirmed that I do need to start picking them. I held off, though, so my sister-in-law could get to do it too when she gets here tomorrow, if she wants. Pie, anyone?