This is Bailey. She's five, she's Jon's girl, and she comes over most Saturdays. In June her job is the strawberry patch, and she picked that whole bowl herself. My guess is one went into the bowl for every one that went into Bailey, which is the correct ratio at five.

The patch is along the side of the garden and it's older than she is by a good many years. It gave us enough for eating, a batch of freezer jam and one shortcake supper, and that's all I ask of it.

The green shoes at the bottom of the picture are my garden clogs. I was standing in the row.