Strawberry Field Forever

Well there can't always be outfits and sunshine now can there.

Last week I found myself galavanting around a huge field packed

with rows of strawberries. As I picked and pick and picked, and chatted

 with a friend I slowly but surely picked way more than I expected.

I took home a huge bowl of strawberries wondering what in the world

I was going to do so that half or more didn't go bad sitting in that dang bowl.

I chopped them up and put them in oatmeal. I made up some shortcake

and topped it with these red delicious treats. And I even woke up early one

morning and whipped up some strawberry muffins to share.

And as I continually found uses for these mouth watering, flavor packed

strawberries, I also found myself humming a little tune I grew up hearing

thanks to my Beatles fan of a mother. "Strawberry Fields Forever."

I can't even type the title without singing it.

Does this ever happen to anyone eles? The childhood song stuck in your brain.

John 16:33

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace.

In the world you will havetribulation.

But take heart; I have overcome the world.