Berries from the Garden

My husband is a wonderful, wonderful man who has, over the years, perfected the art of gardening, with the result of fabulous, homegrown food for our family every spring and summer. We even enjoy the fruits of his labors throughout the fall and winter, as he is also a person who genuinely enjoys canning and preserving said homegrown food.

Like I said: wonderful, wonderful man.

A couple of years ago we planted some strawberry runners and have, since then, anxiously awaited their bounty. (In case you don't know, strawberry plants take a couple of years to bear fruit.) Last year we got a grand total of about three berries, but this year they've started to produce more fruit, and for the last few mornings I've found prizes on my kitchen counter.

They are the sweetest, most flavorful berries I've ever tasted. If you've never had the chance to grow berries or at least pick them from a farm, please endeavor to do so as soon as possible.

And then, if you haven't already got one, endeavor to get yourself a spouse like this: hard-working, focused, determined, kind, patient, loving, and, of course, handsome.

But mainly sarcastic. He is, after all, a very sarcastic person. With a furrowed brow.

Who brings me berries from the garden.