The best fruit is the fruit you grow and collect yourself. Not a lot of opportunities to grow fruit in NYC, but the local elementary school where dievca goes to vote must have classes in gardening for the kids. There are strawberries coming into season, raspberry bushes and blueberries, too! A section for tomatoes and peppers – then what looks to be a butterfly garden. All wrapping the school in a verdant hug.
The best part is dievca can imagine those greedy little fingers reaching for a berry
and the joy of the attached tastebuds being hit with a burst of flavor when eaten.
“Are Wild Strawberries really wild?
Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child?
Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam?
Could they ever relax in a steam heated home?
Can they be trained to not growl at the guests?
Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess?
Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows,
Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows,
Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse,
Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house,
And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly,
Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?
Or should we make a pet out of something less scary,
Like the Domestic Prune, or the Imported Cherry,
Anyhow, you’ve been warned and I will not be blamed
If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed.”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends