The patch of strawberries I planted a few years ago hasn't ever yielded much of a harvest for me. This year, early on, when others were talking about how many strawberries they had, my little patch was doing a whole lot of nothing aside from sending out new shoots and leaves.
But then in the last couple of weeks, the strawberries started to appear.
Almost every night, I'd pick a handful (albeit a small handful) of strawberries.
Many I enjoyed fresh, standing over the sink munching on them. Others made their way into my morning bowl of oatmeal.
Any produce fresh from the garden is hard to beat, but strawberries may be up there near the top of the list.
Though let's be honest. Nothing will ever beat the wonder that is a fresh-picked tomato.