In these parts of main often the small farm stands is where you fare best. Not so at Amber’s. I stopped by three times because the sign(which regularly changes) said strawberries. None the first time. Maybe Monday. The potatoes looked good, so I bought some. Second time. Again no strawberries. Maybe, just maybe Monday, he said. Third time. I didn’t get out. I asked,“any strawberries.” No but I have blueberries, she said. I hopped out only to find those large California style ones, not the local, small, wild, Maine blueberries. I walked away empty handed.
