Sweet n sour

The strawberry looked even better this morning.  It looked like a red jewel, glistening in the sun's rays.  It tempted me to pick it right off and taste it.  But I didn't.  Well, not right away.  I watered the plants and went to the garden and a few hours later, when I went to the balcony again, I could smell that sweet strawberry scent.

So I picked it off the stem, washed it and then took a tiny bite off the tip.  A bite out of my first strawberry plant.  I was hoping it would taste as sweet as it smelled but it was sour.

Pete took the second bite.  Sour.  But as sour as it was, the fact that I could grow and pick and eat my own strawberries makes life sweet.