Romancing the Berry

It was my favorite time of the week. I felt out of breath.  Sweat broke out along my hairline in anticipation.  I placed my hands on the cold, hard countertop and wondered what it would be this week.

My hands fumbled at the knots and my heart hammered in my ears.  I paused, took a deep breath and tried to remember what the email had said.  I drew a blank.  Finally, the knot gave way and I slipped my hand eagerly inside.  A tight, bumpy orb.  I pulled it out and held it to my nose.  Lemon.

I pawed through the greens and carrots and then came to three small brown bags, their ends rolled tight.  I quickly unrolled the bags, one at a time, eager to leer inside and see this week's offerings.  Favas.  Snap peas.  Ahhh, my stomach flipped over a bit.  Mushrooms.

Finally, my hands moved - almost on their own - over to the baskets lined rigidly along the end of the counter.  I tugged and finally yanked a luscious strawberry from the constricting green plastic baskets and took a bite.  Yes.  YES!  YES!!!!

It was CSA pick up day and I admit to being a wee bit excited.

* Photo credit to Topfer.