Strawberry season is here. I look forward to picking them every spring.
It’s also the ONE fruit my son will eat without any resistance.
Lucky for me, there is a strawberry farm literally down the road: Phillips Farm of Cary.
Simple enough to follow.
A common scene throughout the month of May.
This woman says picking strawberries is one of her favorite purchases. She’s on wheels. Wow, she’s prepared. I bend over and show my underwear to the world.
Seeing this mother and daughter picking strawberries together makes me smile and feel nostalgic for those days I took my brood to the fields.
We still go, but lately, I’m the bearer of fruit.
It’s all right. I kind of like the scenery.
Rows and rows of strawberries. I feel like I’ve stepped back in time again.
Suddenly, red bursts through and redirects my purpose.
For those who live locally. Or within a couple of hours, it’s worth the trip.
They are by far, the sweetest strawberries I’ve ever had. I’m sad when the season ends. They are that good.
I had a Momma Sue poundcake sample. Her son says she’s been making it for years. I can see why. It’s that good. Perfect accompaniment to fresh strawberries and cream.
Stop by and see them.
And don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.
You might spot a farmer on his tractor, too.
You won’t regret it.
In the middle of picking, the church bells ring to indicate it’s noon. What happened next caught me by surprise. In a very nice way.
Watch at your own risk. I was trying to provide a panoramic view of the farm. However, I am most definitely not a professional videographer, so beware.