Saetern Strawberry Field

Absolutely. Incredible. Strawberries. I wish I had got a flat. or more. I got 2 baskets, as I had strawberries at home. Halfway back, while driving, I tried some, and almost turned around for more. If I knew of a nearby farmer’s market where they sell them, I’d stop by every week. Sonoma is too far. Then again, they are really worth the drive!

Got there at 6:30 pm on a Sunday in early April and they only had a few baskets of ruby red strawberries left. Best strawberries ever! Get out there soon and often!

We must all spend long hours in prayer/​meditation/​visualization/​positive thought (pick your spiritual orientation) that this Watmaugh treasure will remain Strawberry Fields Forever. Others here have praised the product; let me articulate the joy of buying beautiful fruit at a rustic shed from a family-​owned enterprise while standing in the heart of the Valley of the Moon, soaking up the very same sunshine that brought the red delicious gems to their full sweetness. If Steinbeck were alive, he would base an entire novel on this field, this family, this fabulous Sonoma experience.

What a treasure this was. Small little booth in front of big Strawberry farm. An asian grandma was standing at the booth with another grandma working at the farm.
There was only one case available so just ended up buying that but the strawberries were very sweet and juicy. Seeing how much time the farmer was spending with a few strawberries in the field made me feel guilty for buying a whole case for only $ 13.
The strawberries are not organic but they don’t use pesticides.
It was a great experience. Please take a look at the farm to appreciate the picking process.

Darn good strawberries! Not the best I’ve ever had, but certainly the best I’ve ever bought. NO, the strawberries are not better than sex.
The strawberries are picked when they are ripe and sold that day. They are perfect when you buy them. Eat them immediately, they don’t last long.
Early in season they are almost always sold out well before closing time, go early.

I’ve never had strawberries taste like this. All of my friends say that they are better than sex.
Sweet, juicy, and delicious. You’ll never experience another strawberry like it anywhere else in the county.

Hands down the most delicious strawberries I have ever had. We spotted the signs on our way somewhere else and I just had to pull over to satisfy my strawberry hankering. I was hopeful that they would be good because they were a vibrant red and on the smaller side (not a fan of the pale behemoths from Watsonville and Santa Maria), but I was not prepared for how sweet, juicy, and completely red throughout these were — not a hint of white. No accompaniment at all is needed and it would be heresy to eat them other than in their natural state. I was sad that I only bought one basket, but they were so satisfying I was able to make them last two whole days. Next time, a whole flat is in order.
If you are doing the sonoma cheese trail (as I was… YUM) you will definitely see this stand on your way. It would be a mistake not to stop.

A hand-​hewn, wooden stand on Watmaugh and Arnold Drive that has the sweetest, most succulent strawberries you’ll ever taste.
San Saetern farms the Watmaugh field. His entire family weeds, waters, tends, picks and boxes by hand the hundreds of cartons of red, ripe strawberries that will fly off the shelf as soon as the gates open. People tell their neighbors and friends and in mere hours, an endless chain of cars start to pull in. Customers line up all the way to the gate, braving the shirt-​flapping winds of the Petaluma gap and stand patiently in the blazing sun to get their first luscious red treasure of the season. Passersby know something great must be going on and upon tasting the produce, becoming converts to the strawberries in a matter of moments.
Though not certified organic, the Watmaugh patch uses no chemicals or pesticides and drip irrigation feeds the entire acreage. The plants are pulled out at the end of the season, the earth is tilled and a new crop is planted in the fall, then left to slumber until spring.
The Saeterns’ emigrated to the United States from Thailand, where San spent seven years in a refugee camp. His love of farming drew him back to the land and a job that most people would find grueling, but he says gives him and his family great pleasure.