I have a memory of being small and picking strawberries with my dad and sister. I remember them hunched over searching for berries and I stood there eating. And eating. And eating.
Today I picked and Greta ate. She had the better job, but I must say I had my share too. Nothing beats fresh berries. At about her tenth strawberry she says" This strawberry is going to a party". "What party?" I ask. "The strawberry party in my tummy." giggle giggle.
The scene looked much the same while picking blueberries and mullberries. "Sometimes you just have to taste test" she said. I agree fully.
I have a memory of being small and picking strawberries with my dad and sister. I remember them hunched over searching for berries and I stood there eating. And eating. And eating.
Today I picked and Greta ate. She had the better job, but I must say I had my share too. Nothing beats fresh berries. At about her tenth strawberry she says" This strawberry is going to a party". "What party?" I ask. "The strawberry party in my tummy." giggle giggle. 
The scene looked much the same while picking blueberries and mullberries. "Sometimes you just have to taste test" she said. I agree fully.
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