It’s Saturday…it’s spring…the
Farmer’s Market is open…and…that means…fresh strawberries…yummm…except…I forgot…in
fact…I’m not even sure what day I thought it was this morning…after having been
out of town for most of the week…but…Saturday didn’t enter into the equation…until
about 10:30…and by then…all the strawberries had found other bellies to fill…
Yeah…it’s a little disappointing…fresh
strawberries…are right up there with vine ripe tomatoes…as my all-time
favorites…
But…I found some good ones at the
grocery store…not as good…I’m sure…but…they will tide me over…until…next Saturday…when
I will be at the market…bright and early…for the real things…
I’m not a gardener…I wish I were…but…I
do love good…fresh…produce…and…I’m grateful…that we have a Farmer’s Market in
our town where I can purchase some…and…get the benefit…without…actually doing
the work…
Bertha…says…it’s
that way in life as well…you don’t have to do everything yourself…we all have
different interests…different talents…it’s okay…to let someone else do the
gardening…and…let me…do the writing…
Works for me…
Jane
Awe, I love the end to this post! Bertha has great insights :) Enjoy the strawberries another day my friend. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteThank you Christy...sometimes...most times...Bertha surprises even me...LOL! And I am enjoying the strawberries...
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