strawberry patch

tonight Frank is hosting at #dversepoetspub and he has asked us to write a haibun about memory

Strawberry patch.

The strawberry patch of my younger years held joy. Those little white flowers low to the ground as it warms up in May. A prelude to bowlfuls of juicy red fruit for topping breakfast cereal. For having smothered in ice cream after school. Memory of the hot, hot summer of 1976.

Before school emptying watering cans around fruit and veg plants. After school Mum throwing empty bowls at me, my siblings and childhood friends, fill these up from the patch. Me on strawberries, siblings on veg and friends on anything ready.

Strawberries picked,

Fingers sticky, bellies full,

Plenty left for jam.

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© 22/05/2023 rog leach

21 thoughts on “strawberry patch

  1. YUM. I love how everyone rallied around the strawberry patch. Just bought some strawberries at the store today, and there is no contest in taste between store bought and home grown berries warmed in the sun ❤

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  2. Ah Rog, strawberry picking! Lots of that goes on in the summer in Norfolk. My favourite breakfast is strawberries, blueberries and any other berries I can get my hands on with low fat Greek style yogurt and low sugar granola. At the moment, it’s frozen berries, but as soon as they come into season, it’ll be fresh ones from the farm shop. My daughter grows her own strawberries in her garden. Your haibun reminded me of her. You’ve shared lovely memories.

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  3. Your eloquent description of the strawberry patch evokes a sense of nostalgia and paints a vivid picture of the delights of summer. It beautifully illustrates how simple pleasures, such as plucking ripe berries and sharing them with loved ones, can leave a lasting imprint in our memories. Your words transport us to a time filled with warmth, laughter, and the bountiful sweetness of nature’s offerings. 👍👏👌😊

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