The strawberry ‘is the wonder of all the Fruits growing naturally in those parts … In some parts where the Natives have planted, I have many times seen as many as would fill a good ship, within a few miles compasse.’
~ Roger Williams, founder of Providence in 1636
How was your weekend? Did you do anything exciting? Or not exciting but worth a mention?
M and I went to the Somerset Strawberry Festival on Saturday. There didn’t seem to be much to it, but that may have something to do with when we went. We were there in between the morning ceremonies and the afternoon parade.
As you can see from the above photo, there were not many people at the festival. Perhaps it picked up later, closer to the start of the parade. There were not many vendors, either, but from what I’ve read, the Strawberry Festival is fairly new, this being their fifth year. Perhaps it will pick up in time, and grow larger.
The festival is held in the town of Marion Station. I’d like to go back and take more photos. There are some interesting buildings there. Marion Station was once known for being the largest shipper of strawberries in the world. Berries grown on the Eastern Shore were auctioned off at an auction block in town. Farmers in the area, following the money, grew strawberries until a combination of improper crop rotation, disease, and the Great Depression put an end to the strawberry industry in and around Marion Station.
According to The History of the Strawberry Industry, abandoned farmhouses dot the countryside, monuments to the more prosperous times when the strawberry industry was booming.
M and I went to the festival to buy some berries, and pick up lunch. M had the soft shell crab sandwiches, and I ended up with some fries and a single order of the crab pops. They were okay. I will need to learn to like crab and oysters if we’re going to be attending festivals in this area, as this is crab and oyster territory.
The strawberries they had for sale were not from the Eastern Shore. The woman selling them told us that normally they come from one of the local farms, but the berries were not ready in time for the festival this year so the farm market brought in some from North Carolina. They were okay. The locally grown strawberries M and I bought a week or so ago, north of here, were much tastier. Strawberries grown for travel don’t seem to have the same flavor and juiciness as those grown to be picked and eaten nearby.
This area is so beautiful and so rich in history. As much as I enjoy photographing abandoned buildings, it seems a terrible shame that nothing has come along to revitalize the communities.
That’s about it from the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on this summer-like Monday. It was in the 80’s by 10:00 this morning. I could be wrong, but I think summer is here to stay. I noticed this morning that we have blueberries and raspberries. I don’t think it will be too long before they’re ready to pick.
Thank you for visiting. Thank you, too, for all your comments and likes. A big welcome to my new visitors and followers. I’ve gotten behind again on returning visits, and hope to catch up soon. It’s a busy time of year (more on that soon), but I will try to take time out to see what’s going on in your life.
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