Little Mister and I picked the first garden strawberries of the season today.
Thank you, fleeting northwest spring sun,
for giving us just enough warmth last week for five ripe strawberries.
One of the highlights of my day.
Home grown strawberries are like home grown tomatoes.
The flavor simply doesn't compare to that tasteless red flesh available at the grocery store.
You have to protect them from the bugs, but they come back every year
and otherwise need no maintenance.
My kind of fruit.
