I'd like to teach the world to smell like strawberries…

the one on the far left makes me think a bit of marshmallows,
which are another yummy, albeit human, invention.

According to the New Oxford American Dictionary, "strawberry" is derived (through Old English) from "straw" and "berry".  (So profound, I know.)  The problem with this is as follows:  if you look up any of the eight definitions in the same dictionary for "straw",  they all have to do with something being dry or pale or worthless.  Unless the pre-1150 A.D. Anglo-Saxons only ate underripe berries, that frankly does not describe well the amazing fantabulosity that is a strawberry.  Strawberries are bliss.  (If I were thirteen, I would write a perfectly rhyming ode to the strawberry. But I'm not, and no  longer brave enough to try.)


And—mon mot—have you sniffed one recently?  or even better, a full punnet?  I am convinced that one of God's most wonderlous gifts to humanity is the smell of ripe strawberries.  (Their genus name in Latin, on the authority of Wikipedia, is Fragraia.)  I wish I could get this into a Google picture, but I doubt it would produce quite the desired effect. And they're quite sweetly aesthetic, too.  I think I'd like to grow strawberries someday (you can grow them as potted plants, and not just beds).

Oy, I haven't had strawberries in a couple of months, and a craving is coming on right about now…

Also, this is one of the best things I have ever seen: