I cannot begin to contain my excitement. For the first time in over four years I have been able to get fresh strawberries. Honest to goodness, fresh not frozen, natural not sugary strawberries. While it seems like a simple thing, it's so wonderful. I have missed the window the last several years, but have been able to take advantage of having a "small" open-air market behind my apartment.
I am going to go out on a limb and say that "Strawberry Day" beats out all my other informal favorite days of the year ("Halter top Day", "High School Football Day", "Frost Day"). Each day has it's own appeal, but none have the charm and anticipation of Strawberry Day.
Strawberry Day signifies that summer and hot weather are right around the corner. It brings memories of strawberry shortcake, cookouts and baseball. Running around all day and coming home to sneak a couple pieces of the delectable bit-sized fruit before dinner.
My favorite day will probably change at some point later in the year. My dad thinks there will be an endless supply of fresh strawberries in heaven. Fortunately, this time of year feels like heaven not being too hot or too cold, while being able to partake in this freshly picked heavenly fruit.
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