June: Strawberries & Flowers

June. The summer markets are full of strawberries and flowers. It’s too hot outside, but we go anyway, our bags heavy with vegetables, fruits, managing a bouquet of flowers under one arm. In the car on the way home, the fragrance of strawberries and flowers. It smells like sunshine, the ocean air, damp grass, laughter. Out of little green baskets, the strawberries tumble into the colander. They taste juicy, warm from the sun, ripe.

strawberries

strawberries, smoothie bowl by @boxofspice

“She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies: strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.” ~ Anaïs Nin

strawberry, cherry, fruit bowl

strawberry cherry granola bowl by @xanjuschx

breakfast, rhubarb

oatmeal, strawberries & rhubarb by @k.polkowska

“Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat.”

 

strawberries

strawberries by @boxofspice

“There is a story of a woman running away from tigers. She runs and runs and the tigers are getting closer and closer. When she comes to the edge of a cliff, she sees some vines there, so she climbs down and holds on to the vines. Looking down, she sees that there are tigers below her as well. She then notices that a mouse is gnawing away at the vine to which she is clinging. She also sees a beautiful little bunch of strawberries close to her, growing out of a clump of grass. She looks up and she looks down. She looks at the mouse. Then she just takes a strawberry, puts it in her mouth, and enjoys it thoroughly. Tigers above, tigers below. This is actually the predicament that we are always in, in terms of our birth and death. Each moment is just what it is. It might be the only moment of our life; it might be the only strawberry we’ll ever eat. We could get depressed about it, or we could finally appreciate it and delight in the preciousness of every single moment of our life.” ~ Pema Chödrön

strawberries, strawberry crate

a crate of strawberries by @grubwithanindianabroad

strawberry pie, pie

strawberry pie by @decotartlette

“For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing: the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one’s hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again. Though we dream and hardly know it, longing, like an angel, fosters us, smooths our hair, and brings us wild strawberries.” ~ Marilynne Robinson

strawberries

strawberries, thyme, vanilla by @memoriesofemilyann

“Are wild strawberries really wild? Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they make a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, and though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly, can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed if your Wild Strawberries cannot be tamed.” ~ Shel Silverstein

strawberry, rhubarb, whiskey

strawberry rhubarb whiskey sour by @decotartlette

“I must have flowers, always, and always.” ~ Claude Monet

flowers, roses

flower market by @whatforbreakfast

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

strawberry crêpes

strawberry crêpes by @whatforbreakfast

 

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