Sta-ra-wa-berries

That is how my most darling daughter learned to enunciate these ruby red orbs of flavor.  I can't see a strawberry without thinking of her, and smiling!

First luscious berries from the patch.  Ironic that we are now getting some strawberries off the same land that was a strawberry farm years ago, isn't it?  Knowing that makes me think of that great novel Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson.  But we don't think any Japanese were taken off this land- the farm was here more recently than the war.