Yesterday, after getting the fourth shots (in a series of five) for my knees, I headed to the western part of the county to Larriland Farms to pick strawberries. The sky a beautiful blue; the temp a pleasant 77°, sunscreen applied, ice water in my Rubbermaid bottle, I was ready. There were about 25 in the field when I got there. Of course things cleared a bit when someone spotted a snake, and the bratty kid who kept encroaching on my row ran screaming to his car, but I stayed and was able to pick about 13 pounds in about an hour. I didn't think I had enough and thought I might return next week. (What was I thinking???)
Today I got to work rinsing, hulling, and crushing the fruit to make strawberry preserves. It took me all day. This is what 13 pounds of strawberries look like now.
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.