Strawberry Fields Forever
In order for me to get to my jury service, it requires me to drive some distance from my home. And in doing so, I have always enjoyed the new scenery which was offered up to my senses. Long ago, this trip would have been made through countless miles of open territory totally devoid of buildings and housing tracts. Now all that remains of this journey are postage stamp sized parcels of open land and a scattering of farm fields. The few that remain now are mostly strawberry fields. As I drive by, I see the day workers harvesting yet more and more of the lucious berries as they toil in the fields. And I wonder just how this whole area looked long, long ago when the farms stretched far and wide, when the buildings were subservient to the land and tract homes with SUV's parked in the driveways were unheard of. A simpler time, a time when wind, rain and weather determined the harvesting date, not the need of the super grocery corporations. Here in my own garden, I allow my strawberries to grow "wild" and develop without any intervention from my hand. And when I sit there, in my garden, pluck one of these ruby jewels, and savor the flavor, I think back to those more innocent days!
Today's Quote:
But I'd like the pie heated, and I don't want the ice cream on top. I want it on the side, and I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it. If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream, but only if it's real. If it's out of the can, then nothing.-Sally Albright (Meg Ryan), When Harry Met Sally
10:43:13 AM 
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