“We will open again for strawberry picking tomorrow morning (Saturday June 24) at 8am! We have had a lot of big strawberries ripen over the last few days and the picking will be great! See you tomorrow,” the Facebook status of Treworgy Family Orchard in Levant, Maine, read Friday.
It was like a siren’s call to the fields for me; it always has been. Ripe berries? I am so there.
The pick your own strawberry patch that my family and I would go to when I was a child would put a sign on the main road when their fields were ready for picking. I remember watching for it, day after day, staring out the car window until it would finally appear. Then I would beg and wait and hope we’d go soon. Inevitably, I’d be wearing white Keds that would be stained pink like my face, fingers, arms and clothes by the time we left. Pick one, eat one … maybe eat one more.