Strawberry Sunday - Modern Floral

A romantic strawberry tale from the Cherokee tribe is the story behind my painting Strawberry Sunday.

First Man and First Woman had been happily living together, but one day they begun to quarrel. First Woman had enough and took off. First Man began to miss her and so looked for her. The Sun took pity on him and wanted to help him. She let a patch of blueberries appear on the path in front of First woman. But still angry, she walked on. The Sun put a bush of blackberries along the roadside. Again the First Woman passed by.

Finally, the Sun tried with strawberries. First Woman saw the berries, smelled their delicate perfume and stopped to pick a bright red berry. She ate it, and her anger finally began to fade. She thought about her husband and began to miss him too. She gathered up as many of the berries as she could carry and hurried back to find her beloved. Reunited, they shared the strawberries and walked back to their home together.

Sometimes, the Gods are cruel; sometimes, they are kind. Either way, if you have a loved one in your life, share a strawberry, drink some champagne, and most importantly, be grateful for the love you have…