I almost forgot that strawberries picking is this time of the year, as I was heading to a graduation party yesterday, I passed a strawberries farm, and there were people picking the strawberries. In the South, the strawberries typically peak during May, and June up North. Last year was a real bad year for strawberries farmers due to drought, but this year is not so bad, the berries are smaller in size, but the small berries are often most flavorful. I don’t like to pick the ripe ones (but they expect you to), mainly because I like to eat it with Jail jaew (hot sauce), so they stay good for a while. I don’t think they went up on their prices, the basket below is 4 quart, which cost $8, the strawberries don’t look as big and pretty as the ones in the supermarket, but these are a lot fresher.

I asked them if they would open next weekend, he said it depends because strawberries are affected by weather (both rain and cooler temperature) more than most crops, and when they are in season, a large turnout can pick a field clean before noon, if that’s the case; I have to make sure I get there really early.

I think I can get use to living out in the country like this, on second thought; this farm is only about 20 minutes from my house. It started to get real cloudy when I headed back home, then it started to pouring down. As I was driving, I could hardly see the road, I glanced over to the passenger side where I sat my camera, and the passenger seatbelt light indicator kept flickering, as if someone was sitting there but didn’t have a seatbelt on. It started to thunder, I kept thinking to myself that the camera is heavy, that there is no one there; I must have translated too many ghost stories, my imagination is getting the best of me.