The Strawberry Fields That Yield

I was reminded of my days picking strawberries in the hot sun. It seemed promising I was young immature unlike the berries I was about to pick.

I love strawberries, I thought maybe I can get in there like a little weasel and enjoy some of this organic bounty. I could eat the freshest strawberries have my fill.

It seemed me and the hard-working strawberry procurer had different ideas. I could just get in there and get on with it. Turns out strawberry picking is no joke. .......

There are so many!!! Which translates as a prosperity for the hard-working farmer. We want tens millions of Strawberries! This is wealth a good season of harvest. Everything we hoped for.

They needed to be harvested. I couldn't take my time either. I agreed to it, was all fair trade and hard simple work. Not to be trifled with. I agreed so I better do it. That is all there is. Turns out there is no frills to picking strawberries just hard work grit and a lot of hot sun. A set of hands not afraid to get dirty.

There was not a lot of talking just working. As we all worked our way down the rows. I learned the two sides of the coin.

No, I wasn't the fastest or even the smartest harvester of strawberries. Nor did I have the patience as a kid, the clock ticked. All I could think about was all the things I wanted to do wanted to do with my friends. My wages were exact, there were no extra incentives. Straight to the point. But off in the hot sun for x amount of time for x amount of dollars. It was simple but hard. I could it was good.

My last thought was how the heck are we going to get this done on time. As I looked over my shoulder at the acres and acres of everlasting strawberries.

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