I believe that there is a saying...maybe Chinese, maybe not....that if you live 'til strawberry time you will live another year.
I'll go with that!
I came down this morning to find that the gardener [a.k.a. the potter] had already been out in the vegetable patch and there were the first ruby red jewels of fruit that we blithely call...strawberries.
I think that they should have a much more exotic name. If I could think of one ...I'd rename them....can't think...o.k. call them strawberries!
Looks like we studded these with rubies!
They're all gone....
'til tomorrow morning!