Written sometime in the 1800's, this poem transcends the passing of time and feels quite at home in my 2015 garden. I found the poem years ago, loved it, and copied it by hand into a little journal where I keep quotes that I like. Simple, yet profound, it always makes me smile. I share it with you today along with recent photos from the garden and hope that you like it too.
There's a certain luxury to having strawberries. So pretty! So delicate! So wonderfully delicious! This is what the rich and famous should dine on (and they probably do) and yet here I am, neither rich nor famous, with lots and lots of strawberries.
