Sweetness of the berries.

Almost shortcake time.

I can remember the days that strawberries were a seasonal fruit. That in late May the strawberry farmers would open their street stands, and we would go and pick out our berries. The sweet aroma of walking into the fields to get to the stands, seeing friends and neighbors waiting in line and the bushels of delicious red strawberries just waiting to jump into my waiting mouth as I would savor the sweetness of the berries. I can't tell you just how many never made it home. 

It brings back those memories of Sweetie and me living in California. I am native, and she was a transplant, but a native to the beach. We lived in what was call "The Strawberry Capital of the World." It was a big tourist draw, and over the Memorial Day Weekend, we held the Strawberry Festival.  Old time Americana. Sweet memories. 

Friday

I felt it was another time for me to get out of the house. What better way then to make my old morning meeting. Dawn Patrol. They meet at 6:45am, and this way, I'd be out and be letting the day sweep me along with it. 

The meeting was good, and afterwards, went for breakfast with a friend and two new people. 

First off, I headed in the wrong direction because that was where we had always met. It turned out that location had been closed during the past 3 years, and there was a new restaurant going the other way. Turned around and found it. 

After breakfast, called and made a tee time. It gave me just enough time to go home, get the other car with the clubs in it, and head to the course. 

While I was with a threesome, I ran into some old friends just starting out. Excused myself from the other group, and went to play with them. 

Hadn't seem them in awhile, and they asked about Sweetie. They were saddened by the news of her passing, and then lifted me up with a comment on how well I took care of her, which I took my comfort in. 

We had a great day, playing, talking, and just the joy of being around friends. 

Encouraged by my golf game, went home, and rested for a bit. Still working on building up my endurance. I think I've turned a corner with wanting to get outside more. 

Went to my Friday meeting, and met a young man who is taking care of his mother, who is on the Road to Dementia Town, and after the meeting, we talked. Told him about the blog, and sent him a link. Hope they read it, and find strength in it. 

Driver was full of surprises this day. See, you can get out and have fun. I know life is moving, for I can see the scenery go by as we travel this Road to New Life. Sometime fast, sometimes slow, but we will get to where we are going, in the right time. All the while I will be Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.