Bowl full of strawberry memories

Today, I stood at the kitchen sink, preparing the first bowl of strawberries this season, (little kid eyes waited patiently for the first chance to grab a handful of strawberries) i couldn't help but let my mind wander....

I remembered the road side stands that dotted the local roads in California.

I remembered stopping at least once a week to buy a small crate or two and not being able to wait till we got home to sneak one.

I remembered standing in the kitchen ,with my dad, as he washed them, cut the green leaves off, and sliced the strawberries to the perfect thickness-big enough to hold the little bit of sugar that was sprinkled over them- while still being small enough to eat in one bite.

A perfect beginning to the spring, a loving reminder of those past, the sweetness of a bowl full of strawberries makes me nostalgic and hopeful that each basket i bring home to share with my nieces and nephew help to fill their bowls full of memories too!