I grew up in an apartment. My grandparents used to have a peach tree and a fig tree. And some strawberries. But that was it.
I don’t know what it is that makes me want to have a plot to grow my own stuff. I’ve sort of started it now, although it’s just herbs for the moment. In pots. Not really a plot.
Now, a plot, is manageable. But a farm… A farm is a lot of work. Physical work. And suddenly your calendar is not the month number 6 of 12, but the month of the strawberries and then the month of the tomatoes.
Luckily to those who don’t have a farm, pick your own farms were invented. A long time ago. Naturally. It’s such a clever way to make money.
Strawberry (and beetroots, and carrots and raspberries) picking became my favourite sport. My favourite hobby. Ok, after Bikram. The best part? You get to “taste” the fruit! Then you take some of it home! What you managed to not eat from the little basket!
Enjoy the pics!