May 2012
Dear friend,
Do you remember the strawberries? In the warm golden afternoon of summer, when John opened the strawberry field and you could pick them for a pound a punnet (I don’t really remember how much they were, probably not a pound). The rows and rows of leafy little plants and the moment of joy to spot a juicy, jewel bright strawberry nestling under their green umbrellas, stained red fingers and lips. Buying them from the supermarket doesn’t feel the same. Just picked strawberries have a delicious, earthy-juicy smell on their skin and are full of flavour, nothing like the watery out of season shop kind. We ate them sitting on the grass, dipped straight into a pot of cream or just fresh on their own. They are the taste of childhood summer.
“A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.”
—J.R.R. Tolkien (via magicclouds)
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”
— Albert Einstein (via pagan-posts)
