It turns out that one thing that can cause a traffic jam on a country road faster than a slow-moving tractor or a run-away cow is the start of strawberry season.
Ruby red strawberries just waiting to be picked.
Friday afternoon, a farm near us opened for business.
A lot of people had the same reaction that I did. “That sign said strawberries!” Hard brake, sharp turn, park the car immediately. “I have to pick my own? No problem. No, don’t worry about my pretty office shoes. Shall I just pick them into my purse, or can you sell me a basket?”
Mmmm… strawberries for dinner.
Yesterday morning, I decided to stop in before work. This time I was a little more prepared. I wore my rubber boots and brought my own baskets.
What a nice way to start the morning
The scent in the air is amazing–pure strawberry sweetness.
In no time at all I had a full basket to share with people at the office. Yum!
Have you ever gone strawberry picking? What’s your favourite way to enjoy strawberries? Any good recipes to share?
Your first sentence cracked me up, mainly beacuse it’s so true!
I haven’t beem strawberry pickin’ since I was a kid, mostly because the fields have all closed. This year I got smart and planted my own,
By the way, I found your blog via the “country living” tag on WordPress. Hello!
Thanks for stopping by, Julie. Good luck with your strawberries!
“Shall I just pick them into my purse”, lol! I can see the learning curve with this country thing 😉
🙂 I now carry baskets in the trunk, just in case the opportunity for fresh produce presents itself.