It was a pleasant morning in early May as I arrived at a local farm to join in the joy of fruit picking. There was a strawberry farm only a few miles away. Two long lines of families with young-in’s had already assembled 30-minutes before opening time. The pleasant morning air gave way to the heat of the Texas sun quickly as I waited to purchase my red bucket. As I looked around at the eager and impatient children in tow with there mama’s (mostly), I was remembering a time when my family picked apricots at a farm during our travels in an RV. It was truly memorable and a smile of fondness glided across my face and I wondered if my siblings had the same happy memory. This was part of the reason I had included “fruit picking at a farm” as an item on my 55 Birthday Bucket List, item #32.
As each family received their red bucket, anxious children scurried to the fields of strawberries. I leisurely walked to the far back corner where they had not cleared much of the weeds or tall grass and discovered a goldmine of deep red berries. I could have likely filled several buckets with all the red, plump strawberries hiding under leaves I found. We were instructed to only pick strawberries that were all red and dark in color. I also knew that size did not equal juiciness or sweetness, necessarily. It is often the smaller berries that offer the most sweetness. As I walked back to the entrance I offered to take pictures for mother’s of them with their children since I understood the difficulty of capturing the essence of the moment with their kids all together.
When I got back home, I cut up a bowl of berries to enjoy. The strawberries were so naturally sweet that I did not need honey or agave on top of my freshly cut berries. A portion of my bucket will be used for smoothies and kept in the freezer for such a time. If you have the opportunity to go to a local farm and pick your own fruit, DO IT! The taste difference between store bought and hand-picked is no comparison as we know. But more importantly is the memory of participating in the act of personally picking by hand your food. Children and even adults lack the connection of humans to earth through the act of choosing our own food from a farm. Getting back to this simple act brought about peace and a smile to my whole being. This adventure sparked a deeper desire to plant my own garden soon (item #3 from Birthday Bucket List).