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Birth of a strawberry

Birth of a strawberry

I am a small, fleshy fruit, of a beautiful vermilion red. Finally, if I am left long enough in the sun! Because I know gourmands, so impatient that they would be ready to eat my barely pink flesh. I am said to be a "false fruit". Observe me well and notice all these small grains which mark my flesh. They are achenes. From a botanical point of view, they are the "real fruits". If you love me and only me, eat me seedless! It is possible by finely sieving my flesh, to make a delicious jelly for example. I have many nicknames. "Gariguette" and "Ciflorette" are some of them. Pretty, right? Now that the basics are done, do you want to know more about my story?

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé Sun, more sun. I feel such a need that I greedily suckle, hoisting myself to the top of my flower stalk, at the risk of burning my white petals.

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé After this great bath of sun and heat, I feel something rising in me: sap, an irresistible vigor which pushes me to transform myself. Hasn't my heart already changed?

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé The big change continues, and like you I watch each of my changes. I contemplate myself and I see that I have become a ball covered with small dry grains. These are my achenes. From a botanical point of view, they are the real fruits!

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé My flesh is still hard and white, nevertheless my first curves appear.

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé Is it your insistent look that makes me blush? I am so modest that this is entirely possible!

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé Is it the sun that turns your head? I just know that I feel heavy and that I need to rest. I will take it here, under the soft shade of my foliage.

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé This rest day did me good. I have never felt so luscious and fragrant.

Birth of a strawberry


J-F. Mahé But… what is happening to me ??!