a strawberry story

Once upon a time, on a cool hill next to the ocean, a strawberry grew. It lifted delicate petals to the sun with hope. Hope that turns caterpillars into butterflies. Hope that needs the tending which comes from generations of transformation experience. Hope that grows to fruition. The success is then picked and shipped across the country… …where it is celebrated with enthusiasm while reaching for whipped cream. I love strawberries. There is just no downside to them. Just pros without cons. When the California Strawberry Commission invited me to Monterey for a tour, I HAD to go and meet the strawberries in person. In their natural habitat.

(Me, Sugar Jones, Carol, MJ, Niri and photo credit to the un-pictured, but not forgotten David Grotto)

It was a whirlwind tour of strawberry goodness. I ate my weight in strawberries at each field we visited. It was my duty to get the story. My trip was sponsored by the CA Strawberry Commission. They didn’t even make me pay for the 1000s of strawberries I ate while there.   They are nice that way. All opinions expressed are my own.