Just down the road from our home in Germany sat a strawberry farm. Anyone could come and pick to their heart’s delight. We just paid for each container we filled.
German strawberries taste different from the American version you pick up in the grocery store. They seem more delicate and not as tangy. Heavenly. I’m guessing we probably ate another bucket as we picked.
An afternoon in the countryside inspires an intense desire to hum a Beatles melody……..
Gorgeous red. I didn't know a photo could taste so good.
I see, too, that you're a part of the High Calling Blogs network. We've been picking lots of berries around the network these days, and your post here adds beauty to the bountiful basket!
Thanks for sharing, Della.