There’s a lot to be said for beautiful, fresh from the garden produce. And I don’t mean fresh from the garden in an it was picked earlier this week way or even in an it was picked yesterday sense. I mean in the I just plucked this off the vine definition. I mean that my feet are still covered in rich, dark earth and the strawberry bush is brushing my leg.
Home garden vegetables are never the most perfect looking creatures. The strawberries were tiny, finger nail sized and lumpy but they were the sweetest berries I’ve ever had. They tasted exactly like strawberries ought to with so very much flavor packed into each tiny one of them. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I didn’t share with my dad. The tomatoes were sunshiny and acidic and the green beans were sweet and firm and snappy. All in all, it was a mighty fine harvest.
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