For the monthly activity, our Relief Society decided to go berry picking. Over twenty tents with strawberry fields running as far as children could frolic.
It was a sweet adventure. Pinky Stinky kept busy.
The owners supplied woven baskets. All I needed was a large bonnet. Who knew one could feel so exquisitely English, living in Shanghai? I confess, the entire time I was picking, I couldn’t stop thinking of Jane Austen’s Emma with Mrs. Elton’s ridiculous prattle of her penchant for strawberries.
Even the less ripe fruit was surprisingly sweet and flavorful.
Weighed and paid for, by the kilogram.
There were over twenty adults in our group and the attendants boxed all of our fruit. It took quite a long time, but the presentation was beautiful.
I leave you with Jane Austen’s Emma:
“…and Mrs. Elton, in all her apparatus of happiness, her large bonnet and her basket, was very ready to lead the way in gathering, accepting, or talking–strawberries, and only strawberries, could now be thought or spoken of.–’The best fruit in England– every body’s favourite–always wholesome.–These the finest beds and finest sorts.–Delightful to gather for one’s self–the only way of really enjoying them’…”
I hate to say it, but Mrs. Elton was actually right.