Strawberry Fiends Forever
Throw a strawberry party in your kitchen, invite your laundry to sit and watch.
Slugs are thriving, cabbage moths are laying eggs, the roma tomatoes are taking off. An endless harvest of chamomile dries on the countertop. Strawberries came, and froze, and shortcaked. And me? I’m standing at my kitchen island again, slicing the tops off berries instead of folding the laundry.
Joe’s aunt gifted us a flat of the prettiest…
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