My sister has a farm in Armstrong where she has a large strawberry patch. Mom went up this weekend and brought back a bucket of berries for me.
They were so ripe they turned my hands pink when I hulled and chopped them up. And despite sitting in a hot car for 5 hours and then waiting 2 days to be delivered to my house, there were only 3 or 4 moldy berries.
And now we have 9 jars of jam, tangy and full of berries, to be opened in the winter or given as Christmas presents. Yes, I'm starting to plan ahead.