I grew up in Manila, so strawberries weren’t the crop of choice to grow. In the Philippines, the best place for these heart-shaped berries to flourish is the mountain province of La Trinidad, Benguet because of the cooler climate. I took my nieces there in March, and they loved it (especially little Ada at right). Now that I live in Auckland, the crisp and cool Spring weather is perfect for strawberries. Just yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised to see a carpet of green dotted with bright red berries on our little strawberry patch. So I crouched down, and carefully broke each strawberry from its stem, and gathered these beauties in a bowl. I have learned it’s important to get to the fruits before the birds do, so I had to work fast (but gently).
While harvesting these little berries, Psalm 1 came to mind. It is a fave because it’s also the first one I committed to heart as a young girl.
Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers, but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night. That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither—whatever they do prospers. (Psalm 1:1-3)
I bit into a few and have arrived at a verdict: our strawberries are sweet and bursting with juices — as delectable to the tongue as they are delightful to the eye!