A couple of days ago, Sage and I harvested the first few strawberries from our garden. Most went quietly and unsung to their demise, but one stood out: Frecky.
Sage felt the need to name this unusually shaped berry after pointing out that it looked like a character from Diary of a Wimpy Kid, complete with “a lumpy nose and floppy hair.” (The nose I could see, the hair not so much.)
Sage couldn’t bear to eat Frecky, so the lucky berry got to spend a quiet night in the refrigerator. Unfortunately, we both knew that Frecky would meet his fate eventually, so I persuaded Sage to eat him before he turned into Frecky mush.
Alas, Frecky has gone where all good strawberries must go. He had a brief but illustrious career.