The town is having a festival this weekend to celebrate the Strawberry Moon – it’s not a formal name like the Flower Moon is what Bess has told me, but it’s just an indication that it’s a good time to pick berries.
She started to ask if I’d planted any berries this year, but she trailed off when she realized there was no way I’d had time for that.
“They’re best planted the year before anyway,” She said. “I can bring you some stalks and we can plant them this year. In two years you’ll have great berries.”
I thanked her and asked if there was anything I could contribute for the festival and she just laughed and patted my arm.
She’s very patronizing, but also a great help.
I think she’s my friend.
She always has cheese for Skobath and that’s good enough for me.