The boys and I ran up to a farm about 2 miles from our house to get some fresh strawberries for our Easter crepes tomorrow. I can't tell you the joy I feel as I ride minutes away from my front door, amongst the strawberry fields and a few odd orange groves. I have always lived in suburbia, and don't get me wrong, I still live in suburbia, but I am surrounded by natural bliss! I love watching the progress of the strawberries. I love knowing that these edible ruby red gems sustain the community with viable employment. I love seeing the land as Mother Nature intended. I love chomping into a sun soaked, hot, sandy strawberry, right in the field! I love living amongst the blessed strawberries!Cheers~
Rachel
This is how I feel about my blueberries. I pick them up at our cottage most of the summer. I am lucky I have only seen a bear once.
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