Black berries. Should be ripe in a month.
Sweet pea something or other.
Your guess is probably better than mine...
This one is underneath the bird feeder morning and afternoon.
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."