Strawberry Season

Last year I ate strawberries very slowly, stopping to look at how beautiful they were, all red and juicy.....

This year I crammed them in and Gramma Peggy could hardly get a picture of even one. Just look how I've grown...

I hope you have home-grown strawberries at your house.

My rose

My annual picture of the old rose that blooms in a vacant lot near me. I call it mine because I appreciate it so much and it has given me cuttings for my own yard.


Daily bread now will be with strawberries! Isn't that a blessing!

And today is Rebecca's graduation ceremony. What she will speak about, we haven't heard, but I'm going to love it.

Happy Sunday everyone.

Say Strawberry, John.....

"Why should I waste words."

This morning I picked enough for lunch from my little plot. The Free Press says that Michigan strawberries are ready and excellent this year. I have seldom missed a year going out to pick , and thinking back, I was out picking the day that John Michael's mother was born. And I took all my children when they were little and some of the grandchildren too. I have also dragged along reluctant friends from time to time.

Who knows ..maybe John Michael and I will pick in a couple of years.