The cool rains that sweep in from the west, quench the fields and bring the berry patches bursting back to life after the scorching cold of winter. Then the wait for the red sweet promise of Spring seems the longest, oh so very long...
...finally, finally it is hear!
Time to send in the picking crew.
Do we really have to share a box?
Picking with Grandma.
Quality control has a tummy ache.
|4,000 new plants on the Showalter's farm|
The field of next years hope...
...and the sweet Spring to can for the cold days of winter.