Strawberries in Winter
I heard a woman complaining in line that she was visiting from Michigan and that they hardly get fresh grown produce, and most certainly not in the winter. Cha-ching! I counted that blessing immediately. Living in the fertile San Joaquin Valley of California where I was raised means access to even more fresh food than I've been used to since I moved away 17 years ago. I'll need to keep a catalog of blessings so that when the 110 degree global warming July arrives, I'll be able to stave off the inner moanings that will scream, "WHY did I move back here!?"
We came home to unusually sunny and warm weather and ate our booty on the new back porch of the House that Dad Built. You can see that Miles loves strawberries. He missed them last summer because strawberries are apparently a scary, possible allergen that we were told to avoid until he reached a year old. He's home free now.
Missing all of my regular stops and looking forward to getting back in the swing when the dust settles here.
I've been holding off on the stawberries too, but vow to introduce them this summer...mmmm mmmm! Oooooh I just love that boy of yours!
Posted by: Wendy | February 04, 2007 at 08:05 AM
that is so beautiful pixie.welcome home.:)xoxo
Posted by: Goddess of Leonie | February 04, 2007 at 08:30 PM
k...now i am hungry.; )love to you!
Posted by: Bohemian Girl | February 04, 2007 at 09:36 PM
I think that the photo should be named "belly and berries." So cute.
Posted by: Ally Bean | February 05, 2007 at 10:02 AM
Snow is expected to fall here (netherlands) today. Now I long for summer and strawberries. YUM!Sophie
Posted by: Sophie | February 08, 2007 at 12:14 AM
those pictures of m. enjoying the strawberries just made my day so much sweeter.
Posted by: The Whole Self | February 08, 2007 at 07:50 AM