I guess if we can't have summer (yet) we can at least taste it. The strawberry plants in our front garden are producing excellent fruit this year. Every day I go out and find at least one or two (or four) to bring in and savor. Since neither of the boys like them, I get them all to myself! I'm amazed there are any at all with so much rain and so little sun, and indeed there are quite a few near the ground that are gray and fuzzy with mildew, but the ones I manage to save from the bugs and neighborhood rabbit are sweet and warm and juicy. Like summer in my hand, the red juice like sunshine, staining my fingertips.
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