Camera in hand and looking for something to do after work one evening this week, it surprised me how much bounty the yard had at her dispposal to offer in the way of tasty treasures. On hands and knees, I peeked under the leaves of the potted strawberry I'd been moving around from house to house for over 8 years. Tendrils had escaped, taking root in the dirt around the terra cotta pot. Red dots beneath the green shade, the snails hadn't yet found these luscious beauties, small but packed with a flavor I've never discovered in grocer's fare. There is an infinite amount of pleasure to be had in the juicy swell of sweetness released on the tongue with each bite. All poppies and rosy cheeks and suntans.