Picking strawberries fresh from the field is so rewarding. Pick one, eat one, pick one, eat one, until your bucket is full. This year the pickings were slim, but manage I did. Once home with the succulent beauties I proceeded to make two, now history, pies. Strawberries and spring time, pefection. When I was in college my favorite sign of spring was the sound of the strawberry man calling out, "Strawberries!" as he made his early morning way down the tree lined semi-residential city streets of our Richmond campus. I never actually bought any from him, but I sure could taste them!