And just like that, it’s strawberry season

Time is a thief. Someone commented this recently on an Instagram post, and wow is it so true. A thief with rewards, perhaps? As time takes from us, it also gives back in the form of memories and lived experiences, which of course can be a double-edged sword. Parenthood teaches you that. Each happy memory leading you one step closer to the moment your children are ready to take flight.

Time also gives the gift of repetition. If one can be patient enough, that gift can be felt with the seasons, and so here we are again, greeting another spell of strawberries surfacing at farm stands. I should mention I’ve not yet secured any of these said berries but have seen them in my Instagram feed ever so slowly. Some are commanding a ransom-like price of $8 a pint (crazy, I know). That cost annoys me greatly not because I think the farmers don’t deserve it but because they know the city folk who’ve inundated our area the last 15 months can afford to, and will, pay that price. Continue reading…