So this morning, first thing, I strode down to our garden and picked strawberries.
They were PERFECT.
And i only picked enough for my cereal (and the walk back to the house :-)
I left excitedly.
I washed 'em. Sliced 'em. And piled 'em on.
Oh my gosh.
So good.
Thank you God for making strawberries.
They're grrrrrrreat!
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...and then I went out and picked the other 50 pounds that Nathan left, and we had strawberry shortcake. David helped, too.
i like your step by step story. your histaricle!
Nathan, you couldn't have sounded more like yourself. I love it!
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