Well, friends. Strawberry season has come and gone. Thank goodness.
I’m not going to lie, I’m happy to see it go. Although it was our shortest season yet (clocking in at two and a half weeks of picking), it felt like my family’s pick-your-own patch was open forever. For two weeks, I was in the fields every day without break. Although things slowed down significantly after the 4th of July passed, I got really sick of making small talk and trying to find pleasant ways to explain why the berries at the end of the season were smaller than those at the beginning.
Now that we’ve closed, it’s back to full-time fieldwork. We’ve been hard at work during the non-open hours over the past few weeks fighting what I affectionately call the Battle of the Weeds. Now that we don’t have customers consuming all our time, a few days of solid hoeing should help us finally gain ground in our newer strawberry fields.
Now that we’ve closed, I get an extra half hour of sleep every night.
Now that we’ve closed, I hope to spend less evenings crashed on the couch and more on my bike.
Now that we’ve closed, I ACTUALLY need to figure out what I’m doing with my life. (But more on that later.)
Here’s to the end of a short, but good season! If you need me, I’ll either be sleeping or pulling weeds.