My memory is particularly sensitive to smell. And when it comes to strawberries, I don't think there is another smell that brings back more to me. (Maybe Old Spice but that's a different story.) I remember picking strawberries in my Grandma's backyard patch for years and years. Hundreds and hundreds of bright red juicy tasteful nuggets. So I knew that when we planted our garden, there would have to be a strawberry patch.
Every morning, my kiddos run out and search out the berries that have turned red enough to be picked. I used to try and ward them off so we would be able to actually pick enough to make shortcake or something, but not anymore. They love it-and I remember how happy I was being given free reign in my Grandma's strawberry patch so I let them at it. They run back in every morning with their little squishy hands full of berries and we wash them off and they eat them for breakfast with some toast or cereal. Some really good new memories in the making. :)
On other notes, I just received an email from the crew at Better Homes and Gardens telling me that they have started a new blog - Better Blog. They were writing to tell me that they were linking my blog-how flattering! I adore their magazine and know thier blog will be chock full of inspiring posts so I thought I would pass it along to you guys. :)