There was a time when certain foods had their own undeniable flavour and were only eaten during season. Wild local strawberries at dusk bring back filtered memories of childhood, cicada song among the sweetgrass and that sleepy satisfaction at the end of a day that the world couldn’t get much better.
I would put forward that small unexpected pleasures, like the taste of a perfectly ripe summer berry bursting in your mouth, are the ones that make it all worthwhile. They are awesome because they are more than just the thing itself: they call out to the past, inform the present and remind us how things should be – one perfect moment at a time…
ACROSS THE BORED 
I like the warmth of your image in this post—it is like a hug.
Thanks for the reminder about the berries. Our son gave us some plants this year and although the output has been low, they have been a delight. They remind us both of the strawberries on our Aunt & Uncle’s farm where we spent many a Summer as children.
Here’s looking forward to next year. Ω
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Thanks so much – I’m so glad that came through. It was one of those moments that just threw me right back to simpler times… My own “domesticated” strawberries, that survived a nasty winter covered, have all been eaten by a groundhog! Like you say, here’s to next year.
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We have a tradition of giving away the first harvest of our home garden fruits and vegetables. This year was a tough one with the strawberry crop, but they have produced some wonderful fruit for us. Ω
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How are your tomatoes – mine are so tiny 😞
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Ours are about the size of tennis balls, but we like that size. This year we planted some Black Siberian tomatoes and they are very tasty. Lots of meat and not a lot of juice. They are brownish colored outside like the Bruno Russos. Ω
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