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The much-anticipated strawberry season is greeted with enthusiasm every year at the L household; for me it brings back memories of pedaling my bicycle up the hill from the berry farm to my house, berries jostling in the front basket. My grave duty was to ensure every berry made it into the jam my mother would make, or the strawberry shortcake we'd savor for dessert.
Spring's early advent brought the strawberries to their plump, tender, sweet ripeness early this year here in western New York, and we wasted no time getting out to pick.
The fruit of our labors:
