Strawberry Moon


“One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.”

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A Time to Gather Strawberries

Strawberry Moon is the name the Algonquin North American Native tribes so aptly gave to June’s full moon because they knew it as the time to gather ripening strawberries. Although neither the wild mountain strawberries nor the plump green berries growing in my strawberry pot have yet ripened, our locally grown field-ripened strawberries are starting to flood the farmers markets. Each year, with my very first bite of that first red strawberry of the season, I am instantly transported back in space and time to a visit to my grandmother’s house as a little girl.

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A Case of Mistaken Identity


A winter get-away

The other night, as I was painting my toenails, I was reminded of a fun little encounter I had a few years ago while on a winter vacation in the southwestern United States. Sporting ten brightly painted pink toenails for the occasion, I was sunbathing by the pool one morning when I got rather hot toasting in the sun and decided to take a dip in the water to cool off a bit. I had a short, invigorating swim and emerged dripping wet, feeling totally refreshed. I rearranged my pool towel, reclined once again on my comfy chaise lounge and was luxuriating in the warm sun once again… when along came a little bee.

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