Monday, July 5, 2010


My mom, my sweet nephew, and I took a little jaunt to a pick-your-own farm in Creedmoor, NC.  We filled our baskets with fresh strawberries that were warm from the sun....

"Like jewels the wild strawberries
are hidden, ripe, and red."
~Louise Driscoll~

My nephew noticed that the teenager who was working the register was wearing Silly Bandz, so they each picked a bracelet to trade....

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To the Strawberry

~By Helen Maria Williams~
The strawberry blooms upon its lowly bed,
Plant of my native soil!--the lime may fling
More potent fragrance on the zephyr's wing;
The milky cocoa richer juices shed;
The white guava lovlier blossoms spread--
But not like thee to fond remembrance bring
The vanished hours of life's enchanting spring,
Short calendar of joys for ever fled!--
Thou bidst the scenes of childhood rise to view,
The wild-wood path which fancy loves to trace;
Where veiled in leaves, thy fruit of rosy hue
Lurked on its pliant stem with modest grace--
But ah! when thought would later years renew,
Alas, successive sorrows crowd the space!

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Though this lovely poem ends on a slightly sour note, not so our trip the farm!  After we returned home, we drank plenty of cold iced water along with our strawberry shortcakes....

I was even inspired to make these berry summery necklaces, which can be found on my website....

Life is sweet indeed!

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*Here is the link to Lyon Farms' website.

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