The early sun caught the ragged edges of the mountains.
Across the fields the river mist staggered into the ditches
Fleeing from the brilliance of the morning.
She turned her face to sun and thought
“And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, comes perfect days.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.”
She stepped into the field.
The field sweet and calm.
She gathered the luscious, ruby-red treasures.
Filling box after box with strawberry and cream.
Strawberry short cake.
Then tucked a white strawberry flower into her pocket.
“Mr. Lowell is right” she thought.
“It was going to be a rare day for picking strawberries.
A summer solstice day.”
We pick strawberries on beautiful Westham Island. This tiny island of lush farmland is located in an arm of the Fraser River just outside our small village of Ladner. You reach the island by a single lane bridge that occasionally opens for passing boats.
(James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) was an American romantic poet, critic, editor and diplomat.)