Thursday, June 02, 2011
Yes folks, that is how I spent my early morning hours, picking fresh strawberries. My boss and his wife told me about this farm in Lewes that you can pick your own fresh strawberries. He told me that about three weeks ago. I've been working so much that I haven't had time to even look for the farm let alone spend an hour or so picking fresh strawberries.
I love strawberries. I have them on my breakfast cereal every morning. The strawberries I eat are those faux strawberries that they sell in the supermarket for $4.99 a plastic container. The strawberries look like strawberries but they have the consistency and taste of the plastic container that they come in. Well, after all, they had to make the long trip from the fields of sunny southern California. We have our own sunny fields here on the eastern coastal shore of Delaware. So I made an extra effort this morning and got my behind down to the Magee Farms on Wescoats Road in Lewes and picked me a batch of strawberries.
Picking the strawberries brought back memories when I used to help my Mom pick strawberries out of her personal strawberry patch at her home in Pennsylvania. With the sun, warm breezes and fresh air, and memories of Mom, I had a super morning picking strawberries.
Now it's time to go to work again. I work tonight then tomorrow at 7 am and the next day and then, hopefully I go back to my regular schedule. The new guy is working out fine. In fact I like him very much. As my former co-worker says "Sometimes one door closes and another door opens." It's going to be nice working with a normal person for a change. She was such a drama queen. I need to get back to normal.