Strawberry picking! The first notion to go is that one gets paid by the farmer.
We pay for the rush of pleasure one feels when sighting rows of carefully tended plants, each with its little bunch of red red berries hanging there waiting to be plucked and bitten into with heightened senses.
The sunshine, the ease with which we pluck the fruit, the feeling of doing something very romantic and new and straight from all those books we’ve read all add to the moment.
And then we carry away boxes to be eaten, turned into jam,smoothies, puddings … Promises in the offing