A taste of summer

I just bought my first strawberries of the season. They smell so good. On the way home, in the warm car, I held them on my lap while my husband drove. The car filled up with that sweet strawberry scent.

We grow a few strawberries – little wild ones that self-seed round the garden – looking for them feels like a treasure hunt – and bigger ones that are lost to wildlife half the time. They’re all still white petalled flowers at the moment – not even tiny, hard, green fruit. The berries I bought were grown in a greenhouse in Herefordshire – small, artificial summers. Today, I don’t care. We’ll eat them with cream and a sprinkling of sugar, and we’ll know that summer is just around the corner. We’re teetering on the edge of it, ready to fall.

sunshine
the dancing of bees
ripening fruit

A haibun for Frank at dVerse. We’re considering summer…

12 thoughts on “A taste of summer

    • Oh, they do! And these ones were absolutely delicious. I never buy strawberries in the winter – you know they’re in season when they’re BOGOF in the supermarket. Then I know the local farmers will be selling them soon…

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  1. Magnificent haiku. Strawberries do taste like summertime. I keep waiting for the berry farms to announce they have a new crop, as my two strawberries enjoy picking them with me.

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