So many strawberries

This #thankyouthursday, I am grateful for so many strawberries.

I spent a long time at the grocery store yesterday, long enough that my young companion’s patience was wearing thin, so I’m not exactly sure why I circled back to the produce section at the end.

But for whatever reason I did, and even though I’d already picked up blackberries and apples and grapes, suddenly strawberries seemed to be beckoning.

Except, the containers were too big—about twice the size I usually purchase. I prowled around the display to see if there was anything smaller. There wasn’t. I tried reasoning with myself via the tiny human seated in my shopping cart: “What would we even DO with all these strawberries?” I said to my son.

What we did was, when we got home I pulled out a cutting board and started slicing, and he dragged over a step stool so he could snatch pieces off the counter from an ever-growing pile.

We both ate so many strawberries as we stood there, and still I filled a large glass jar to the brim.

Maybe by the time that jar is empty I’ll be sick of strawberries, but yesterday afternoon I was awash with appreciation. The abundance of strawberries felt like an encore of summer, a reassurance that although so much will change with the fall, it’s still possible to taste sweetness in it all.

Love > fear,
Christina