Did I ever tell you about that time I went strawberry picking?
I showed up at the farm with my sunhat and gardening gloves, ready for the romance of picking beautiful red fruit from the ground while seated daintily in the shade.
Well, let me tell you, strawberry picking is not that picturesque.
I stood hunched over under the beating sun, squinting through the shrubbery for flashes of red berry, sweat collecting in the rim of my sunhat, my basket of berries only a quarter full.
Every berry into the bucket was a success, and every berry chucked onto the ground…was probably overripe and buggy.
But friends, the good ones were SO GOOD.