Strawburied!
Strawburied – totally describes how we're feeling about the abundance of berries we've been blessed with.
The first week of June, Jeannie said the field was glowing white with blossoms. We knew what was coming in a few weeks.
The kids picked the first ripe berries on June 19 – right on schedule.
We were wondering what the crop would be like after the hard winter and weird spring. It has done anything but disappoint.
The first week of picking is usually a little slow, giving us a chance to get our act together. But this year we had a red wave in the field and hundreds of buckets of lovely rubies before we could put two thoughts together about what to do with all of them.
The call went out for pickers and buyers. And that's where the story begins.
Thankfully, Sunnyside Natural Market in Calgary willingly took a shipment and was delighted with what we sent them. Victor had arranged to do some recording of his music at Hummingbird Studios and to drop off the strawberries at the same time.
When discussing this with the girls at Sunnyside, they asked for a song, a stanza of which Victor happily performed in a capella, afterwards giving hugs all around. Strawberries have a way of sharing the love.
The next evening, we brought orders to our community. One of our neighbors said he wouldn't be home, but to just go in and put the box of strawberries in the fridge. The money would be on the table.
Victor drove into the yard and saw their vehicles but thought they may have gone out with someone else's car. Trying the doors, he found them locked.
"Hmmm. They must have forgotten I was bringing them an order. I'll try the patio door."
It was unlocked, and Victor deposited the berries in the fridge. There was no money on the table, but that's not a problem. They'll catch us later.
The next morning, while another person was paying for his order, our neighbor pops by.
He asks Victor, "Were you whistling last night when you dropped off the strawberries?"
"Why?" Victor asks, not really remembering if he was or not.
"Well, my wife and I were in bed and heard whistling."
"Are you serious?! You guys were home and IN bed?"
"Yeah, but we weren't sure where the whistling was coming from and it was only brief."
"So that was you guys! You were home!? I did hear some noise, but thought it may be a pet or something," replied Victor reflectively. And everyone had a good laugh.
Well, strawberries can get you into some strange circumstances. Worth the home delivery.