A really fresh strawberry.

...a strawberry should taste like. Grinning, Jason tossed the stalk aside and ate two more before licking the juices from his fingers and wiping his chin. Smiling happily, he finished his chores around the garden, returning his tools to the shed and coiling the hose up neatly before he headed back inside the house, hearing the squeak of Mr. Robinson's push mower next door as he took his boots of and trudged into the house to have a shower. Normally he showered in the morning, but there was no way Jason was staying in the sweaty, grimy state he now found himself in.

Throwing his clothes in the laundry, Jason padded naked into the bathroom and stepped into the glass enclosed shower, turning the water on. The first splash of cold water caused him to jump, but then he stepped into the spray and revelled in the coolness as it leached the heat of the day from his skin. Hopefully he wouldn't get sunburnt. Conscious of not using too much water, he spent the bare minimum of time in the shower, and reached out to grab his faded blue towel. Flicking his wet hair out of his eyes, Jason gave himself a cursory wipe, wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out of the bathroom. Glancing at the hall clock he saw it was only three thirty in the afternoon. Looks like he had time to do something with the afternoon after all.