The strawberries tumbled all over the ground at the cash counter. They spun in every direction. At Strawberry Creek Farm. On Woodbine at Davis. Where tractors and hay tunnels and saddle swings and goats entertain kids. Where a food truck and pies await Newmarket commuters.
And when the strawberries fell the teenaged girl at the cash had to make a split second calculation. Several calculations, actually. Whether she would sigh. Whether she would be confused over whether or not a second container of strawberries should be immediately provided to the customer. In all these decisions, she did not hesitate. New strawberries were provided with a smile. Strawberry were gamely picked up. Kindness reigned at Strawberry Creek Farms…Just another day.