This morning I picked strawberries at Buckwheat Farm in Apex, North Carolina. I’ve picked at other places before (and know that different years produce different crops), but this year at this farm – the best. I mean huge and plentiful. Picking strawberries scares me because I know how much it hurts – but it’s worth the price I’ll pay later today for yummy, sweet treats.
I brought only a small basket (didn’t want to over-overdo it). In less than 15 minutes, the basket was full – that’s how plentiful the plants were. I know, I could buy fresh strawberries, but there’s nothing like being out there and doing it yourself. You pick that first strawberry and pop it in your mouth … the immediate rush of flavor. You try to pop more in your basket than in your mouth (I did). You get the smell of fresh strawberries and the bright color all over your picking hand. Small pleasures and treasures.
Yum! And ouch! I can’t even think about cleaning them now. Where other people might pick more and come home and immediately clean and eat and make strawberry shortcake … it will take me several days to do that much work. For now, I’ll rest and know that although my pain affects EVERYTHING I do, it doesn’t own me and mean I can’t do some small pleasurable things sometimes.
At the strawberry farm, a daycare class of little kids was there. I bet they ate way more than they put in their baskets. How fun! Someday, no matter the pain, I hope to take my grandson strawberry pickin’. Here’s to strawberries and the joy they bring – betcha can’t eat just one!
I brought only a small basket (didn’t want to over-overdo it). In less than 15 minutes, the basket was full – that’s how plentiful the plants were. I know, I could buy fresh strawberries, but there’s nothing like being out there and doing it yourself. You pick that first strawberry and pop it in your mouth … the immediate rush of flavor. You try to pop more in your basket than in your mouth (I did). You get the smell of fresh strawberries and the bright color all over your picking hand. Small pleasures and treasures.
Yum! And ouch! I can’t even think about cleaning them now. Where other people might pick more and come home and immediately clean and eat and make strawberry shortcake … it will take me several days to do that much work. For now, I’ll rest and know that although my pain affects EVERYTHING I do, it doesn’t own me and mean I can’t do some small pleasurable things sometimes.
At the strawberry farm, a daycare class of little kids was there. I bet they ate way more than they put in their baskets. How fun! Someday, no matter the pain, I hope to take my grandson strawberry pickin’. Here’s to strawberries and the joy they bring – betcha can’t eat just one!
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