I’m grateful for fresh strawberries.


What I miss is picking them myself. When I was in Germany one spring, my cousin brought my aunts and me to one of those strawberry patches where you can pick as much as you like, pay for it by weight, and eat as much as you want while plucking. I ate those tiny sweet freckled jewels till my lips were red and my fingers were sticky. And then we brought all our strawberries back and made a huge strawberry custard tart, the best I’ve ever had.


Send me sunshine, light and love! :) Constructive criticism is also welcome.

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