A strawberry farmer on the news yesterday said his wife is calling June- Junuary and I loved it. Since hearing it I have repeated Junuary over and over in my head, even said it out loud while walking Miles or wandering around the house. Junuary. Junuary. Junuary.
There is no better way to sum up this spring.
He was a happy strawberry farmer because I guess 40 sum years ago or something like that he planted this certain strawberry that will ripen with out sun light- or something along those lines.
All the other strawberries are going to be coming on slower as well as the cherries and probably every other yummy thing that should be readily available for us to purchase at our local farmers markets. When they do arrive they say there will be limited amounts and we will probably have to pay a higher price for them.