This is going to be the year that we actually succeed in growing strawberries, dammit. As evidence, I present the first strawberry of the year, in all its juicy, red perfection:
You know how nothing tastes better than something picked and eaten directly from your home garden? I think the fragile strawberry is the epitome of that concept. I'd been watching this lil' guy ripen for ten days or so. Every day I said, "Not quite yet...". Until yesterday. It was just before lunch and I walked out to check the garden and Mr. Strawberry was just sitting there, plump and shining, saying, "Eat me." And so I did. Warm from the sun, it was perfection.
I can't wait for more.
You know how nothing tastes better than something picked and eaten directly from your home garden? I think the fragile strawberry is the epitome of that concept. I'd been watching this lil' guy ripen for ten days or so. Every day I said, "Not quite yet...". Until yesterday. It was just before lunch and I walked out to check the garden and Mr. Strawberry was just sitting there, plump and shining, saying, "Eat me." And so I did. Warm from the sun, it was perfection.
I can't wait for more.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment