Today is one of those perfect days. Low humidity, lower temps and warm sunshine…and it’s the height of strawberry season. After two days of rain mixed with sun, the berries were ripe and beautiful.
Met my friend Christina at the farm right after putting my youngest on the bus. The farm of choice is a family owned farm in Southern PA that’s been their for over 100 years. No frills. No store. Not commercial at all. And that’s the way I like it. I’ve been picking there for about 16 years. When I started the berries were $1/pound. Today they are $1.50/pound. No complaints.
Part of the experience is talking to the man and woman who run the farm. Just plain good people. I managed to pick 15 pounds and am satisfied with that. They’re going in the freezer so I can make jam on the next rainy day. They make a sweeter jam after being frozen anyway. This is the first time since I began seriously canning – oh gosh – 16 years ago, that I have run out of strawberry jam so today was absolutely necessary. It’s a bit hard on the back and legs, but so worth it.
The remainder of the afternoon will be spent weeding my vegetable gardens. Just a brief interlude right now to have a bite to eat and maybe one more cup of coffee.