Strawberries

There was an elderly couple that lived across the street from my parent's first home. They noticed my brother and me playing in the yard. They invited us to pick strawberries. When we visited their home, they had no backyard as you'd think of a backyard. Their entire backyard was one big strawberry patch. They were kind. They invited us to pick berries every season. My Mom made strawberry smoothies and ice cream. It's one of my earliest happy memories of my hometown. I suppose it's why I crave berry smoothies when I feel sad. It's my connection to a happier time.