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Friday, July 15, 2011

Friday with Friends: "B. J. Robinson"


Nothing Like a Southern Strawberry, or
Southern Fiction
By B. J. Robinson

New beginnings burst forth with a shower of flowers, green grass, and tiny green leaves sprouting on trees. With fresh air and sunshine, there is nothing like the dawning of a new spring, my favorite season of the year. And, there is nothing like a Southern strawberry, dark green leaves, small white blossoms, tiny green berries, then juicy delicious ones.

 As a result of new spring growth, the world awakens like an old bear from a long winter’s sleep. Fresh mowed grass smells like watermelons. Birds sing happy to see spring. Flowers bud, bloom, and blossom. Smells, sights, and sounds feel the air delighting the senses, making my heart leap like a spring. I have more energy, feel more alive, and I seem to be ready to take on the world. Blood rushes. My heart pounds. A new spring morning dawns bright and fresh. With the dawning of the morning, my senses come alive. Oh, to be surrounded by fresh berries, the smell that fills a packing shed. Early morning dew on the bushes, and the scent of the fruit tempts a picker to eat just one. Problem is, it's so hard to eat only one.

 It’s great to be alive and smell spring! To me, spring is strawberry season. Strawberry season is spring! All around me things are awakening, bursting forth in new bloom and blossom, awakening and coming alive from a long winter’s sleep. My senses are alert. I notice how pretty the sun shines and how sweetly the birds sing. The smell of sweet, juicy, red, ripe strawberries take me back to the past, to another time, another place, an old packing shed. Those were the days!

 So what, hand carries of berries were stacked to the ceiling, waiting for one lone packer to roll them around on that little silver tray, like she was washing red beans. Strawberry flats were stacked higher than she, waiting for their journey to the farm bureau. The fate of those berries was decided with a roll in the silver tray. Either they traveled to the farm bureau, or they were culled to become a sweet delight with a bowl of sugar and cream, or baked into strawberry shortcake. Every sweet berry had its own unique special place in the world and would end up pleasing someone in some way.

 Back to a time when life was simple, strawberries bring memories of early-morning dew and spring, an old beat-up car, a baby stroller, a baby boy named Rodney. Wow, where has the time flown? Now, there is no baby stroller or baby boy. He's now a proud father of two boys of his own and has become an automotive mechanic and an electrician. He has his own new beginnings. Years have come and gone, but a sunshiny spring morning with birds singing, the smell of strawberries in the air, flowers blooming, and an old strawberry shed are strawberry-packed memories, memories everlasting.

 There are so many reasons why spring is my favorite season of the year. It's the renewal and rebirth. It was also my mother's. favorite.  For me, spring is the season that awakens my soul and my senses. Spring makes me feel more alive than any other time of the year. Fall is my second favorite because I love the turning of the leaves in all their splendid colors. Thank God for blessings us with seasons. 

From Eva Marie: Journey with B J through another season of  life! Last Resort releases July 15 from Desert Breeze Publishing. It is the story of honest farmers who try to earn their living with the toil of the soil.  

You can read a free excerpt from Last Resort, B. J. Robinson's Christian Romantic Suspense released by Desert Breeze July 15 at http://stores.desertbreezepublishing.com/-strse-184/B-J-Robinson-Last/Detail.bok

Visit B. J. at http://barbarajrobinson.blogspot.com for an opportunity to win free novels by leaving a comment.



  1. Thanks for hosting me today, Eva. Your support is much appreciated. I loved This Fine Life, Things Left Unspoken, and Chasing Sunsets. Great stories. Blessings, BJ

  2. Isn't it something -- the memories that smells and other our senses evoke? Posts like this always take me back to long ago memories. I think of strawberries... and of CUCUMBERS! (I used to pick an acre at my aunt's farm. What a summer!) My favorite season for the senses is fall. I wish it wasn't so short! This is a lovely blog, by the way. Very prettily done.

  3. Naomi, Thanks for stopping by and visiting. Your book The Green Veil made me smell the piney woods, probably why I enjoyed it so much besides the romance :) I've picked berries, bell peppers, and tomatoes, but only cucumbers from my own garden. Blessings, BJ

  4. Hi Eva, This was wonderful to read. It makes
    You think of more simple times. God Bless.

  5. Hi Twila,
    Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and life's simple times. Blessings, Barb