The alarm clock went off at the crack of dawn. The woman who answered the phone at the berry farm the day before had said that they had been very busy the first week that the strawberries were ready for picking. (I guess strawberries are the new toilet paper.) I wanted to be there when they opened so threw on my shorts and shirt and got a move on.
The berry farm was doing a good job with the covid restrictions: everyone got a good spray of sanitizer on their hands before and after going into the field, masks were strongly encouraged, containers brought from home were strictly forbidden and they put us in every other row of berries. And we were told in no uncertain terms that this year we could not sample berries as we picked. I had thought I would be irritated by wearing a mask while picking berries, but soon my knees and ankles took my mind off it. It was a beautiful morning and I found that none of the restrictions bothered me at all – although I will admit that with folks in every other row, I wasn’t able to eavesdrop on other folks’ berry patch conversations like usual!
The berries were great and I managed to overfill my two flats just as I got to the end of my row. Having gotten there so early, I got home early and had 14 jars of jam and 8 quarts of frozen berries processed by 10:30! I had been worried that the pandemic would wreck my annual strawberry routine, but the berry farm did a great job of getting safely on with business!
When was the last time you set your alarm clock? Do you even HAVE an alarm clock? What kind?