You Will Drool

Our favourite destination for a date is to go to the Garden Hill Farmers' Market for breakfast. Zigzagging through the rich farmland between Dale Road and Garden Hill, we get to see how the crops are doing in our neck of the woods.

I have picked strawberries for 57 years now and never have I picked from a more abundant and luscious field as this morning's picking. From a distance, it looks like the field is all leaves.

Getting closer up and from a better angle, some strawberries are starting to show.

And, close up....

..... we could pick a 4 litre basket within a 5 foot length of the row.

Garden Hill Farmers' Market is a family owned business. Even Grandma and Grandpa were brought in today. Grandpa gave us some history of the farm as he showed us to our row. Students who pick strawberries for them get $1/litre and one of their students makes $75 in a morning. That brings back memories to my first job picking strawberries. Big money at the time. Still big money for most teenagers.

Friendly Grandma was at the till.

I think the strawberry customers may be making a mental note to come back for raspberry season. Doesn't that look like the best way to grow and pick raspberries?

On the way home we drove by some more of their well-maintained and healthy looking crops.

I think these are peppers, but I don't know why they are spaced so far apart. It might have something to do with mechanical picking.

So, in the title of this post I promised you something.

I think you are probably drooling now.

If not, maybe this will help:

A bowl of sliced strawberries, sprinkled with crunchy brown sugar and topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

Am I right? Are you drooling?