The strawberry day...

...wherein I unexpectedly received a bottle of strawberry wine.

Also I learned about some strawberry farmer with weedy strawberry fields.  Because some herbicides are harmful to humans, and the others are harmful to strawberry plants, and strawberry fields are a pain to weed, the strawberry farmer hatched a plan.  The plan was this:  buy a bunch of geese and set them loose in the strawberry fields because everyone knows that geese love the taste of weeds but they refuse to eat strawberries.  Unfortunately, geese are not very thorough and they leave about half of the weeds standing, and they leave other things, that is they drop them, and they're large and squishy and smell terrible. And the whole thing ended horribly-- great horned owls swooped down to the fields at night and killed all the geese, but weren't strong enough to carry them off to eat them.  The result was a field of weed-choked strawberries strewn with goose droppings & goose carcasses. 

The moral of the story:  "strawberries are stupid, even animals know it.  I don't know the moral to your strawberry story.  It's your story; you're supposed to provide the moral."

An alternate moral of the story:  Just grow a tiny patch of strawberries, one that only takes a few minutes to weed.  When you have finished eating your modest strawberry harvest, go to the store and get some ice cream to appease any remaining hunger.