The Beatles.
I was told it was too late in the season for picking strawberries.
I never was all that good at listening.
The occasional rain shower was a reprieve from the 30C hot and humid day. Not that it mattered much, those red dots peeking out of the bushes were beckoning.
We picked along, turning back leaves to reveal plump red juicy strawberries. The bigger berries could be found at the bottom due to their weight.
I was a good girl, I only popped three in my mouth (sorry Mr. Elderkin).
It was hard to pull away but one hour got us our bounty and the clouds looked like they were going to burst again.
There were still lots of unripe strawberries everywhere and Kristen and I figured there was still at least one week left of picking.
Glad I didn’t listen.
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