Many people, here, pair strawberries with rhubarb (right side of picture above). I personally, have not ever had a rhubarb strawberry pie (or rhubarb strawberry anything, or rhubarb anything) I've ever liked. But that's me.
But strawberries, freshly picked, are so perishable. And, picking them is hard on the knees and back. But they can be a symbol of hope.
A hope for a bountiful harvest. Soon, the raspberries will ripen. Our small cherry crop in this area was ruined this year, but we hope for August blueberries.
Winter isn't officially over until the strawberries appear here in the Binghamton, New York area.
|Binghamton wild strawberries June 2013|
|On left, Jeff Howell, formerly of Foghat, Owego Strawberry Festival 2013|
They can inspire a festival in the small town of Owego, New York, where an annual Strawberry Festival is taking place today.
What a way to celebrate the first day of summer.