Where I grew up, we walked around and thru many fields of beans, strawberries, apricots, you name it. One on every corner with fresh powerful tasting fruits and veggies. Last month they built a strip mall on top of largest field still actually growing fruits and vegetables. Only one field left, a small strawberry field that I pray will be allowed to continue it’s existence. This strawberry field is a memory of friendlier times without warehouse stores, where you didn’t stop at the gas station to get junk food, you just pulled over at one of the many fruit and vegetable stands and bought something fresh from the harvest. No freezers, partially-hydrogenated vegetable oils, and yet, kids liked them!