In early May, the strawberry farm spills over with glowing hues. Clusters of berries, plump and ripe, bask in the warm sun’s rays, soaking up its essence. This is the time for picking strawberries.
As I stroll through the verdant fields of the strawberry farm, the scent of sweetness fills the air, inviting me to savor nature’s grace. Squatting down, I gently turn over the lush green leaves in search of ripe strawberries. Following my friend’s advice to look for those bright red gems, I delight in each discovery as I pluck the ripe fruit and place it in the small box I carry with me. The box is soon filled with strawberries, and I taste the joy of a fruitful harvest. In this moment of simple pleasure, it feels as though I’ve returned to my childhood, picking wild fruits and locust flowers on my way home from school.
fruity fragrance-
juicy red flesh in green leaves
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