Strawberries picked this morning, each one perfectly delicious.
Strawberry sorbet this evening.
It doesn’t get much better than this!
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
The Beatles had the right idea with “Strawberry Fields Forever,” but it doesn’t work that way in Sequim. They come and go w–a–y too fast, and our intermittent rain this month hasn’t helped much. These are the last days of strawberry season at Cameron’s, my favorite go-to spot.
Cameron’s is selling the last of their pre-picked berries and dedicated pickers like those above can still pick their own for the next several days. I stopped by, innocently, to take a few shots. Then I innocently bought some to take home for breakfast. After inhaling strawberry perfume on the way home, remembering that there are a few square inches in our freezer, I headed back for more. Strawberry smoothies anyone?
. . .’cause I’m going to. . .strawberry fields. . .
Cameron’s Strawberries has opened for the season and the faithful are making the most of it.
Even now, early in the season and after a rainy day, the scent of strawberries was irresistible. Half of these people were probably just innocently driving by when their noses took over. Strawberries take no prisoners.