In spring I start as petals light, by fall I'm blushing and crisp with each bite.

Remove my letter first for vessel Biblical in scale Or nix my last to drown your sorrows in my taphouse ale But altogether, typically I'm brown or rather pale

I make borders, but I do not make countries. People often cut me.

Speak my name, and I appear. A stoic tone, a cry of fear. You'll never see me, but I am there. A ghostly hum in winter's air.

I make it easy to squirt in all the right places, but I am not made of flesh. You might see me in the backyard or garden .