Sometimes it’s hard to believe how fast time flies. I was looking at old posts I’ve done, and realizing how much I’ve grown in blogging. Some posts feel like I posted them yesterday…But that was in January. Yikes! Guys, only twenty-two more days until we’re half way through 2018! It’s unbelievable.
Anyway, on to my actual blog post. I was trying to decide what to post, and I decided on a lifestyle post. I haven’t been cooking up any sermons lately. I think they only come when I have to write an article for some magazines. 😂 Also, I was thinking about a few other posts, but they needed some pictures and stuff taken, and I’m seriously booked the rest of the week. No time for pictures, sorry!
You know, I think that’s the longest intro I’ve ever done. Can we just stop to admire it? Why are beginnings always so hard? Anyway, on Monday we went strawberry picking. I’ve been going strawberry picking every year since I was born. My mom would haul me and my brother out to the strawberry field and do most of the picking herself. Thankfully, we’ve gotten old enough to help her.
Doesn’t that red ripe strawberry make you super hungry? It’s sun-warmed, hand-picked, and absolutely DELISH! I think I ate more strawberries than I picked. Hmm? Without washing them? Well, I have this philosophy that I was created from dirt, and to dirt I will return, so why not consume a bit of dirt?
Look at the little guy. Isn’t he cute, all nestled in his home of green leaves? Well, your comfort has ended. Now, you, little strawberry, are to fuel my belly! MWAHAHAHA! (note: I’m not that violent….)
My mom picked the best ever strawberry, gave it to me, and decided to take a picture of me. (And yes, it was delicious!). God sure knew what He was doing when he made berries.
Well, maybe not the plants. You have to reach so low to grab the fruit! But, hey, I’m not complaining. That work only makes the berry taste better. (And you hungrier.) Work was made with a purpose, and I’m going to do mine with a purpose.
Ah, the bucket of beautiful berries! I was so ready to eat them by the time I was done picking. Actually, I never wanted to leave the fields. All those berries! Anyway, we still have a few in the refrigerator. Maybe I should go eat them…
Anyway, against my better judgement, my mom insisted on making a strawberry cobbler. *sigh* I guess I’m not the only person that matters in this house. But! Last night we had strawberry sauce and vanilla ice cream. Now we’re talking good.
Have you ever been strawberry picking? What is your favorite fruit? Do you enjoy warm weather?