No, not Santa, sorry. Even better:
The best part about living in the country – especially where we are – is that you never need to drive too far for berry-pickin’ in the summer.
We made sure not to be too greedy this season. Last summer we ended up with two full gallon bags that I froze for no apparent reason than to toss away in the winter. I’m not exactly the jam-making type.
Good grief. Can you imagine me?
Crisp red-and-white checkered apron, stirring strawberries stewing in a pot, lipsyncing to the Beatles’ “Strawberry Fields Forever“, sunlight streaming through the window pane and smells of scones baking in the oven wafting through the house, rosy-cheeked children playing quietly under the dinner table, waiting patiently for their treats?
Don’t know which part is more improbable – me wearing an apron or the children playing quietly.