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Wild Strawberries

Our pasture is half wild, come up to brush and brambles over the last twenty years. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. True, we plan to reclaim at least part of it to field so we can grow our own grain, but a good amount of it will be kept just as it is for the berries. This year is the best year for wild strawberries in a long time, as the rain we’ve had made it possible to have plump juicy fruit even on slopes that are usually too dry to produce.

A perfectly groomed hayfield ready to be mown. Not ours, if you hadn't guessed!

 

“I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.  Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.”  ~Wendell Berry

 

The Wild field, full of potential.

 

We are planting more blueberries in the field, using the extensive patches of wild ones to guide where the domestic additions will be happiest. The East side of the field is where they are, slowly creeping out from the hedgerow in to the field until we have bushes that hang heavy with promise in the shape of clusters of green berries.

Wild Srawberries. Perfection in tiny packages.

 

“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.”  ~Thomas Jefferson

 

Flowers everywhere.

 

I have achieved much, that the next generation values picking wild strawberries with me.

 

“Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.”  ~Terri Guillemets

 

"God might have made a better berry, but He never did." Author Unknown

 

3 thoughts on “Wild Strawberries

  1. Cedar, I think I am somewhat envious. Lovely post and a wonderfull blog you have going, don’t ever stop. Love to all of you.

    1. I don’t plan to stop blogging, the urge to write is always with me. The life, the place, it’s all dictated by what God has given us and what we’ve made with it. I could be miserable and frightened but I choose to be happy and love my family.

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