"As the strawberry ripens, the petals and stamens wither and fall away; the green calyx remains as the hull... holds in its cup the pyramid of pistils which swell and ripen up into the juicy fruit." (Comstock, p. 609)
"First the flower blooms, then it dies and the strawberry starts to grow." --Cornflower
We were blessed to go to a pick-your-own farm this afternoon.
There were loads of ripe strawberries.
The girls picked sixteen pounds' worth in less than half an hour! I walked around taking pictures until I realized I'd better call a halt to the picking in defense of my pocketbook.
Ever the romantic, Mariel wore her Easter bonnet-- but the wind would not cooperate for more than a few minutes.
My strawberry girls.