Take a walk with me:
You arrive at the farm just as the morning sun starts painting everything golden. Birds are chattering high in the trees, bees are still asleep in the cosmos, and the fields are singing. There’s a cute tin pitcher in one hand, snips in the other, and a familiar face walking beside you — maybe your best friend, your sister, or your curious toddler with muddy knees.
You wander through rows of blooming things — frilly cosmos, armloads of waving dahlias, fat cheerful zinnias the size of tea saucers. You stop to smell them (obviously), but mostly you just breathe. Slower than usual.
You snip a little here, a little there. Then find a shady spot under the silver maple tree where you sip on a fizzy drink. You laugh. You admire your bouquet. You soak in some birdsong and sunshine. You forget what time it is.
This is what a visit to Strawberry Moon Blooms is like. And you need to be here this year.
Photos: Encaptured by Emily (plus an iPhone photo of our cute tin pitchers by me)
Special note: This date is contingent upon life-threatening weather. In the event of a major weather event, you will be given the option to choose another u-pick date of your choosing to pick. It is up to Strawberry Moon Blooms to discern the severity and threat; please make sure to receive email and text messages (check your spam folder and move us out of it if we end up there)
Take a walk with me:
You arrive at the farm just as the morning sun starts painting everything golden. Birds are chattering high in the trees, bees are still asleep in the cosmos, and the fields are singing. There’s a cute tin pitcher in one hand, snips in the other, and a familiar face walking beside you — maybe your best friend, your sister, or your curious toddler with muddy knees.
You wander through rows of blooming things — frilly cosmos, armloads of waving dahlias, fat cheerful zinnias the size of tea saucers. You stop to smell them (obviously), but mostly you just breathe. Slower than usual.
You snip a little here, a little there. Then find a shady spot under the silver maple tree where you sip on a fizzy drink. You laugh. You admire your bouquet. You soak in some birdsong and sunshine. You forget what time it is.
This is what a visit to Strawberry Moon Blooms is like. And you need to be here this year.
Photos: Encaptured by Emily (plus an iPhone photo of our cute tin pitchers by me)
Special note: This date is contingent upon life-threatening weather. In the event of a major weather event, you will be given the option to choose another u-pick date of your choosing to pick. It is up to Strawberry Moon Blooms to discern the severity and threat; please make sure to receive email and text messages (check your spam folder and move us out of it if we end up there)
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