Every
year without fail, I get excited about the beginning of the
fruit picking season all over again. At the end of the year when we have
finished the blueberries and the apples and I finally get through
processing them all, I think it will be so nice to have a long break
from the whole cycle. From picking through processing and packaging
for storage it demands no small amount of time and effort. But it never
fails, that, as May/June rolls around the excitement builds over the
beginning of the rhubarb then the strawberries. My mom used to take us
strawberry picking every year as small children and it built a strong
connection between earth, food, nature, sustenance, joy….
a bounty of rhubarb from my garden
Honestly I think I can trace much of my obsession with food and nature back to the time I spent as a very young child pulling food from the dirt with my own 2 hands, wiping the grit away on my coveralls and putting it directly into my mouth. Repeating that act as a young child, over and over, year after year solidified deep within me these things:
1) Food is supposed to grow from the earth and not be concocted in some factory
2)
Food should be grown in such a way that anyone can safely walk to where it
is growing (even as a child) and pluck it from its plant and put it
directly into their mouth
3) It is right and good to get dirty in the acquisition of that which sustains you
4) Nature herself provides all that we need to survive, not the constructs of man, or money, or social structure
the strawberries a Whittaker's Barry Farm in Ida, MI are beautiful
I
do realize that it is entirely possible that I have over-romanticized
the entire thing, but it is too late for me, I am in love! Every spring,
like clockwork, the strawberry fields call to me and I cannot resist.
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