2020 Life Logs, Day 171: First Day of Summer Strawberries
Date: Saturday, June 20, 2020
Weather: Sunny; High 79, Low 62 Degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
My first official day of summer celebration was to go pick-your-own strawberries. Sam, Ollie, and Jonah went with me and we picked eight quarts. I thought it was fairly easy picking, but after about six quarts, they were tired. They found it hard to believe that some people have to do this all day, every day as a job. Sam doesn’t eat strawberries and won’t even touch them, so I sent him through the rows to scout out the best places to pick. But halfway through our picking time, he tried touching a strawberry and found it wasn’t as repulsive as he thought. So even he pitched in and helped pick. I sent them home with six of the quart baskets and I kept two and turned them into strawberry rhubarb pies—one for Jed for Father’s Day and one for me. If the Goldstones haven’t eaten all of the other six baskets by tomorrow morning, I think I’ll go get another one and make a pie for the aunties next door. In my opinion, strawberry rhubarb pie is simply one of the tastiest foods in the whole world.
Summer solstice came a day earlier than usual since 2020 is a leap year. Usually summer solstice falls on Jo’s birthday which is tomorrow. And tomorrow is also Father’s Day. So this is a bit of a festive weekend.