I picked one red ripe strawberry from my patch on Monday. It was delicious
but one just wasn't enough so daughter and I drove 2 hours to
Sanderson gardens (one of hubbies high school buddies has a truck
garden a few miles from where I grew up) and picked berries and more berries.
We actually picked 4 gallon buckets but I gave 2 quarts to oldest son, his birthday is today 28 years old and I gave 2 quarts to my dad before we headed west toward home.
"Doubtless God could have made a better berry (than the strawberry), but doubtless God never did." William Allen Butler
' Long 'bout knee deep in June, 'bout the time strawberries melt on the vine.... from a poem by James Whitcomb Riley
The best berries are just picked and warm from the sun. ~~Ann~~
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oh i am so jealous....the berry plants are just blooming here...no berries for at least another month
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