I love strawberries! Every spring when they come in season, I think of my MawMaw. She is 89 now, but for years she was a 'berry packer each spring in the strawberry fields of southern Louisiana.
One day last week my uncle took her this carrier of fresh 'berries that he had picked for her that morning. I love how the green of her shirt perfectly matches the 'berry tops and sets of her snowy white hair. Isn't it a beautiful picture?
I remember once, when I was a little girl, I got to go to the 'berry field with MawMaw. I can't remember what I did that day, other than wander around watching the proceedings, but MawMaw worked in the packing shed with several other women, sorting the perfect berries from the "culls". Some of the culls, of course, were rotten, but many of them were simply shaped funny, or too small, or something like that. And the 'berry packers got to take the culls home! We enjoyed all the fresh 'berries we wanted, and the rest we made into jam or froze.
Just looking at the pictures makes my mouth water! I wonder if the price of 'berries has come down for the season around here yet?