It's time for another Throwback Thursday, when I will visit a post from the past that was from the same week. (As an aside, when I think about it, Throwback Thursdays were popular years ago, so maybe the concept of doing a Throwback Thursday is a throwback in itself.😄)
Today, we're going back to June 2011 when we had been strawberry picking. I haven't noticed local strawberries being available yet, but I should look around because the season is short.
Without further ado...
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It's strawberry season. That time when the aromatic, sweet, and juicy strawberries are ripe. We were very fortunate this year because Aunt Martha had a lush strawberry patch that she shared with us. We quickly consumed the first batch of berries we picked, but luckily, we were invited to pick more.
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| Strawberries from Aunt Martha |
Wally was excited with this prospect and started discussing everything we could do with them—make strawberry shortcake, make smoothies, make jam, and the list went on.
So we set off one afternoon to go picking. As we were picking, Wally asked me if I remembered one of his favorite books from when he was a child, called Blueberries for Sal. In this book, a little girl named Sal goes blueberry picking with her mother but finds herself eating the berries faster than they can fill the bucket. He said he was reminded of the book because he was doing something similar. However, we did end up with some to take home.
When we poured our berries into a container, there weren't as many as we had hoped for, but we still planned to make strawberry jam. However, when I returned to the kitchen a couple of hours later, all of the berries were gone. I guess the fresh berries were just too tempting.
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| Now you see them. Now you don't. |
I started to be annoyed, but changed my mind. We could enjoy the strawberries now, or we could enjoy them later, and I guess now was okay. I reminded myself about the practice that is hard for me—being in the moment. That helped. Then I didn't feel so guilty about my part in the disappearing berries.
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Until next time...
I love strawberries. I'm not surprise they got eaten so fast. One shouldn't have any guilt in eating unless they are stolen.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
I love strawberries, too. And fresh off the vine makes them even sweeter.
DeleteThe smell of the strawberries would have tempted me to eat them then too!
ReplyDeleteThe smell of strawberries is quite nice, isn't it?
DeleteFresh strawberries. Mmmm.
ReplyDeleteI have been craving them since I published this. Unfortunately, Aunt Martha doesn't have any extras this year.
DeleteFreshly picked strawberries are the best!
ReplyDeleteYes, they are. :)
DeleteAww what a sweet memory! Hope you are able to find some garden fresh strawberries this year.
ReplyDeleteI think finding fresh strawberries will be my goal for the weekend. All of this talk has me craving them.
DeleteThat's funny about the vanishing strawberries. The season is short here too. So far I've made two trips to the stand down at K family farms, just ten minutes from me. And I know that farm from way back when Mrs. Olson lived there and had many cats needing fixed. I feel connected to it that way, even though Mrs. Olson is long gone and her son Ross is moved away and now its the best strawberry farm around. Hmmm, think I better make another visit before their strawberries vanish into summer.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure who grows strawberries around here except Aunt Martha, but I hope to figure that out soon.
DeleteI'm very glad I found your website. Reading this post, I can understand why you mention in your description how much you enjoy observing life's moments. This year, my mother made strawberry jam, and strawberries are probably one of my favorite fruits. We also like to eat them with a little sugar. I know it's not the healthiest option, but it certainly adds to the enjoyment! The Throwback Thursday section is lovely as well!!
ReplyDeleteStrawberry jam is my favorite among all of the jellies and jams. However, I probably won't be making any this year. I hope your mother was able to share with you. :)
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