posted by soe 3:01 pm
The first local strawberries of the season made it home with us for brunch this morning. Cheerful deep pinkish-red hearts piled in a green cardboard box from the organic farm and its German farmer. The scent of childhood revisited, bringing back memories of lying on the living room rug with a bowl of strawberry shortcake for supper after a long day spent outside. Sweetness unparallelled, not even requiring sugar (which is good because we are almost out). I will not eat them all today. Summer is just around the corner. Forget sugarplums; strawberries will dance in my dreams tonight.
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