tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336613240632753805.post216472179990916960..comments2024-01-26T22:00:12.941-08:00Comments on Heidi Swain : Celebrating strawberries!Heidi Swainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421320734860148708noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336613240632753805.post-20280042169203703172021-04-22T05:04:04.812-07:002021-04-22T05:04:04.812-07:00Thank you so much for sharing this, Lis. What abso...Thank you so much for sharing this, Lis. What absolutely wonderful memories. I just know Tilly will enjoy the experience too. My Nanna and Grandad had a double row of raspberry canes which was the boundary between them and their lovely neighbours. The row went on forever and I used to disappear in the middle, pluck the berries, warm from the sun, and wear them as thimbles before devouring the lot. Happy times! H xHeidi Swainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15421320734860148708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7336613240632753805.post-70488919617223163002021-04-22T00:03:02.240-07:002021-04-22T00:03:02.240-07:00Strawberry picking is one of my favourite memories...Strawberry picking is one of my favourite memories of life with my children when they were young. Such a treat, in the sunshine, perfectly ripe, beautifully tasty fruit (and minimal food miles 😂😂). The children, of course, spent most of the time sitting between the rows eating the strawberries and now I have grandchildren and the circle is going round again. It will soon be time to take 8 month old Tilly to pick strawberries, and the photos will look almost the same as those of her mother 30+ years ago!! Such a simple and special thing to do. BUT 😱😱😱 I actually prefer raspberries, 😂. Lis Harwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11700965811840448266noreply@blogger.com