Since strawberry shortcake was on the menu for Easter Sunday, a trip to Dempsey's farm on
St Helena Island to pick strawberries was in order.
Storms were brewing, with the oddest clouds in the sky.
They looked like mounds of whipped cream.
Kids were out of school for Good Friday
so there were lots of families
picking - and eating - their way down the
As I was picking - and eating - my way down a row,the Beatles' song Strawberry Fields Forever was going around in my head, maybe because The Writer used to sing it to me.
I always puzzled over what it "meant" and I still don't know, but I like the dreamy confusion.
(I wanted to put a YouTube video here so you could have a walk down memory lane with me. But, Blogsy, the app I use to blog, no longer supports YouTube, so the best I can do is a link.)
So, Strawberry Fields Forever. I hope you enjoy it!