Having worked in a food packing plant in the testing lab. I've sworn off strawberries for reasons I won't elaborate. Scrolled to the end and almost deleted until you got me with the Mother T quote. Wonderful. Thank you.
The berries are beautiful and tasty, but secondary to the humanity I got to observe yesterday. In all our messiness, there is so much beauty.
One snippet — Big brother Carlos was showing off his tips to his little sister. Their grandfather manages the fields.
The adult woman behind the table, whose other job I learned is teaching fifth grade (didn’t catch her name), told him to knock his teasing off. I asked if she was their mom even though her appearance told me she was not old enough. Turns out she picks up seasonal work for the farm.
Earlier… their grandfather was picking berries for my dad’s box and told me what a kind boy his grandson is… very helpful and good with the customers. The boy’s handful of cash gave credence to grandpa’s assessment.
When my dad brought his car to the checkout area to load, the teacher asked the little girl to put a box of berries in my dad’s trunk. I was able to give her a tip and she shined like the sun. 🌞
I love strawberries!!! I'm with Bruce, I would not buy strawberries in the supermarket... but going and picking them in a place I know how they work the land, I am the first one in line. And thank you for the quote Gail. Being the wire is the most beautiful expression of being human, just like the strawberries.
Now I am dying to know the mystery about supermarket berries!
I recently had an experience where the energy was flowing nicely and one comment among a group of strangers cut the energy off… just like flipping a switch. I am very much wondering about how people can speak their truths without that happening.
Ohhh Gail, I'm so sorry if that was the case with my comment :( I was celebrating the possibility for you to go to a place like that and experience first hand the lives of a family farming their land.
A fantabulous haul of berries. Color through and through. At the sight of the field stretching to the horizon, I immediately got caught up in "Strawberry Fields Forever." I've shared before that grandad called the stems on wild huckleberries "spriggles" and now I see you own a de-spriggling knife!
Thanks for sharing this multi-faceted experience, Gail.
Having worked in a food packing plant in the testing lab. I've sworn off strawberries for reasons I won't elaborate. Scrolled to the end and almost deleted until you got me with the Mother T quote. Wonderful. Thank you.
The berries are beautiful and tasty, but secondary to the humanity I got to observe yesterday. In all our messiness, there is so much beauty.
One snippet — Big brother Carlos was showing off his tips to his little sister. Their grandfather manages the fields.
The adult woman behind the table, whose other job I learned is teaching fifth grade (didn’t catch her name), told him to knock his teasing off. I asked if she was their mom even though her appearance told me she was not old enough. Turns out she picks up seasonal work for the farm.
Earlier… their grandfather was picking berries for my dad’s box and told me what a kind boy his grandson is… very helpful and good with the customers. The boy’s handful of cash gave credence to grandpa’s assessment.
When my dad brought his car to the checkout area to load, the teacher asked the little girl to put a box of berries in my dad’s trunk. I was able to give her a tip and she shined like the sun. 🌞
I love strawberries!!! I'm with Bruce, I would not buy strawberries in the supermarket... but going and picking them in a place I know how they work the land, I am the first one in line. And thank you for the quote Gail. Being the wire is the most beautiful expression of being human, just like the strawberries.
Now I am dying to know the mystery about supermarket berries!
I recently had an experience where the energy was flowing nicely and one comment among a group of strangers cut the energy off… just like flipping a switch. I am very much wondering about how people can speak their truths without that happening.
Ohhh Gail, I'm so sorry if that was the case with my comment :( I was celebrating the possibility for you to go to a place like that and experience first hand the lives of a family farming their land.
Not at all the case with your comment Inma! And it was a celebration to spend the day with my dad picking barriers raised with care. ❤️
Also, the observation I mentioned about energy that stopped flowing was a opportunity for me to learn. I am always grateful for that!
A fantabulous haul of berries. Color through and through. At the sight of the field stretching to the horizon, I immediately got caught up in "Strawberry Fields Forever." I've shared before that grandad called the stems on wild huckleberries "spriggles" and now I see you own a de-spriggling knife!
Thanks for sharing this multi-faceted experience, Gail.