My old strawberry patch at Freeman House. I'm trying not to look back... trying not to be wistful... trying not to be a smidge sad... especially as gardening season gets underway.
It's hard to be sad, anyway, when thinking about strawberry patches.
I bought pots. A few. And I got strawberry runners from a nursery. I'm watching, eagerly, as the berries begin to blush.
It may be awhile before I get this sort of bounty from a little garden again. That's okay.
For now I have my pots. My strawberry patch pots. After all: "Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present." (Jim Rohn)
Here's to happiness designed - and not postponed.