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A lot of our time during summers when we were younger was spent among the rows and rows of strawberries and peas in the giant garden on the farm. This lovely gift from the lovely Andrea took me back to those days... sitting in the dirt on the quest for the most perfectly ripe strawberry. I shall cuddle this little glass jar and whisper soothing words to this little green plant, in the hopes that someday it will provide me with even one deliciously juicy morsel.
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I picked strawberries for the first time since I was a little girl last year. I brought Dorian along and the poor guy would be industriously picking away and putting all his berries in the basket only to look over and see me sitting cross-legged basking in the sun and putting all berries within arms-reach directly into my mouth.
Love it!
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