Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did. –William Butler

What berry was this 17th century English writer speaking of? Why, the strawberry of course! Some may beg to differ (who knows, there may be some hardcore raspberry fans out there), but you cannot deny the pure joy that comes from the very first strawberries of the season. They make an appearance when the harsh winds of winter give way to warm rays of sunshine, flowers begin peeping from the soil, and all the fresh produce begins to tempt us from farmstands. At this time of June here in the Northeast, we can count on strawberries (whether they’ll be good or not is another story–I’m looking at you, Mother Nature, in all your fickle glory).

There is a strawberry farm only 10 minutes from the Create & Decorate office, and when they are ready to be picked, the strawberry balloon can be seen flying high above the farm. Beverly drives by it every day on her way to work, and I have been pestering her for a few weeks now with “Is the strawberry flying yet?” Living in this area all of my 27 years, I will admit, it excites me to see it just as much now as it did when I was little, and my parents used to take my sister, brother, and I to pick strawberries on hot June afternoons. We would be dressed in our oldest clothes because we would inevitably return home covered in sticky red juice, our bellies bulging with who knows how many strawberries picked right off the stem, warm from the sun and perfectly sweet.

And now, it has become a new tradition for Beverly and I to head over to the farm, grab a basket, and start a-pickin’.

Here’s us, just being silly (cause, you know, we’re usually incredibly professional):

Okay, it’s pretty much just me being silly. Beverly looks quite lovely, and yes, very professional.

And of course, we had to sample some (just don’t tell the farmer that, cause I’m pretty sure that’s frowned upon).

Okay, I had to include this picture because, well, look at it! Tell me I do not look like a giant in this picture! ROOOOOAAARRR! I’M COMING TO EAT YOUR STRAWBERRIES!

It’s also become a tradition for us to eat at a nearby diner (we do this after we go junking, too). We are in Jersey, after all. It’s a cool retro one, see?

Mmmm…cakes ‘n pies.

We had yummy BLT’s. But that’s another story for another day.

And, um, I don’t know what I’m looking at, but apparently, it’s interesting:

A lesson to you all: don’t be around Beverly and a camera. She likes to take your picture when you’re not looking.

And that’s the end of our strawberry adventures—which means we now have a bounty of sweet little jewels that are just begging to be made into a big ‘ol pile of deliciousness. So how about you share your favorite strawberry recipe with us? Puh-leeeease? You could win a one-year subscription to Create & Decorate! Yahooo! Just send your recipe to editors@createanddecorate.com by June 30th. Including a picture would be helpful (but not required), so we know it turned out right when we make it 🙂 Happy strawberryin’!

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2 thoughts on “Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did. –William Butler

  1. this article brought back the times when our children were young and as a military family in michigan we would go picking strawberries. who wouldn’t love a strawberry. You ladies look like you had a wonderful time. Here in sacramento venders sell the berries on the street corners. There are strawberry farms very near our home and like you we love to sample.

    • Glad to have brought back some memories for you, Donna 🙂 How lucky you are to have such easy access to all those strawberries! We did have a great time 🙂

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