Kim is hosting dVerse today and has asked us to write about fruit. Having bought my very first basket of seasonal strawberries, how could I write about anything else? I thought I’d be writing about all the ways to use said fruit but the muse had other plans!
We have become spoiled
That’s what we say, anyway
Strawberries can be had year-round
From all sorts of exotic locations
But really. Tell the truth
Are they really worth it?
How can you compare these hard, tasteless,
not to mention oversized “berries”
with those ruby red, juicy
bursts of summer?
It starts in a field on a sunny day
You have to crouch to discover where
those beautiful red flavour bombs are
Pick one and bring it to your nose
inhale its distinct scent
Brush off the sand or dirt
Hold it by the stem and bite off the tip
or the whole thing, depending on size
and your level of gourmandise!
The berry is soft yet has some yield
and the tiny seeds add a special crunch
as the juices slide down your throat
By the time you’ve had your fill
your fingers are stained
your belly is happy
you might even have berries in a basket!
But you are convinced that
you are once again a kid and
are filled with summer’s essence
Q
Here! Hear! This is the essence of the strawberry, in all its sugar-plummed splendor. Because outside of the watermelon, there is no summer sweet that makes me think summer quite like the strawberry. And unlike the watermelon, I can dig on strawberries anytime . . and yet they still mean summer to me.
Tasty and true take on a berry delicious treat.
B
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B,
Had I your gift for the word, I would have waxed even more poetic on this not-so-humble berry. Strawberries, for me, are the mark of the beginning of summer while watermelons, again, for me, mean we are smack-dab in the heart of it.
Glad you like my sort of ode to the strawberry.
Q
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You done did yours with some dynamite, so nonsense that thought, lovely.
It IS a humble berry. All freckled and so very sweet. It gives us so much and it even leaves us with a souvenir. How can we NOT love them?
Welp, it’s June and where has the time gone? We’re nearing the smack-dab portion of the summer. Or check that . . we have arrived.
Love the ode.
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Thank you. I shall accept with grace.
It is. I just had me a few of them before writing this because I wanted to be inspired. I so adore them at this time of year – and paid a hefty sum for that first basket, lemme tell you. Bloody hell.
I know! June! It was March just yesterday!
So glad you do.
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Gracie.
They’re worth it. Sure beats the hell out of a candy bar. 😉
It literally was just March yesterday. I looked it up and there it was . . March. And then I wake up this morning and it’s June and I went . . nah. And June went . . chyeah!
Me two.
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Seriously. And yet, how many choose the “candy” bar instead?
It was! I missed April. I think May whizzed by. Jeeze Louise!
It’s a beautiful thing.
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Too many. That’s who. 😉
April was a rumor. It didn’t really happen this year but nobody really noticed because the end of COVID was being celebrated. Or something like that.
May was express-laned into June. And a shame really, because it’s a lovely month.
It is.
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Uh huh.
So does that mean I didn’t age a year? Whooop!
It really is. What we saw of it.
I like… no… love it!
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Time has officially gone sideways. Not backwards, not forwards, but sideways. What this means, I’m not exactly sure. But I’ll wait for the movie to explain it.
I know!
Woot!
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And when you figure it out, do fill me in.
Right!
Woohoo!
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It’s un-figure-out-able.
Rite!
Woot!
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Dang it!
MWAH!
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You are so right!! I love strawberries.
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They are the best, aren’t they?
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They so are!
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🙂
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Nothing like fresh strawberries.
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Mmmm… warmed by the summer sun or cooled off with rich cream, or in a strawberry shortcake…
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Either? Meet or.
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While we are at it… include and 😉
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And a MUAH!
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Oh yes. Definitely a MWAH!
and a 😚
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And a MUAH to go with the MWAH!
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I’ll add a MOUAH!
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Whoa!
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😉 couldn’t help myself
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A terrific poem, Dale. I love fresh, locally grown strawberries. Too bad in Texas, we don’t have them.
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They are so not the same as those that travelled thousands of miles. And I am so sorry that Texas is too hot for them…
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Yes. There is a strawberry festival in Poteet Texas the second week in April. They grow strawberries there but none are sold outside of town.
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April! So different from here. That’s a bummer though.
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Delightful bit of whimsy, Dale.
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Than you, Christine.
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Ah, I ADORE berries, and many summer fruits, and I for one enjoy the access to berries year-round (whether I get them year round has to do with the plastic-to-flavor-ration and the hole-in-the-pocket reality of buying off-season fruit …) AND I celebrate them when finally in season. In REAL season. There is a fullness to the fruitiness and a ‘rightfulness’ about the timing. Here’s to fruit in its season.
And … while schedule won’t allow me to take a stab at this prompt tonight, perhaps another time, in its season … 😉
xoxo
Here’s to strawberries in June! 🙂
Na’ama
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Oh me too. Strawberries first, blueberries second and all the others after. Yes, I, too, will buy them year-round and try to convince myself they are fine… and then strawberry season arrives and I realise I was totes fooling myself.
No worries. I rarely play (and link 😉 )
Here’s to strawberries in June!
Dale xo
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Amen to strawberries! ESPECIALLY in June! 🙂
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Ya baby! And July when there are some left and then in September for the fall variety…
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Yum yum in my tum tum!
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Mmmm hmmm!
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Strawberries taste so much better when its Summer, I swear 🙂
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They absolutely do! No comparison…
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I love this. I have about a dozen strawberry plants in my garden and they have little green berries right now. Hopefully I’ll be seeing red soon!
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Thank you!
And ooohhh… I almost bought a plant and now I’m thinking I will anyway – my friend’s plant supplies strawberries all year! I hope you do, too.
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I wish they did. I live in Canada. Fortunately, strawberries grow back every year because they’re tough as nails!
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I also live in Canada. South shore of Montreal and yes… they can! My friend proved it to me… I was blown away (might be worth to bring your plant in and put it in the proper window…)
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Just bought some from the people who grew them! The best!
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Oh yes! Nothing better unless you pick them yourself.
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Really nice description of these strawberries. It makes you feel like you are experiencing it. 🙂
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I must say I had a bowl beside me as I was writing 😉
Glad you enjoyed!
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I just had a bowl of cherries (not dragonfruit,) but those were delicious too. 🙂
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Oooh…. cherries. Yumm… I could have written about them, too! 🙂
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It really does, what fantastic writing.
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Thank you so much!
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Aww, this is really beautiful and it takes me back to when I used to go to farmer’s markets with family. That was fun. The experience of tasting, smelling fresh fruit is truly invaluable, and it’s beautiful, if not poignant, how you describe it throughout this piece like a memory.
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Thank you, Lucy. I love that this felt like a memory!
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I loved how you described it. It was like I had bit into one of these juicy berries myself! Unfortunately getting to pick strawberries is not something I’ll get to experience. We don’t grow them around here.
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Thank you, Shweta! Fresh-picked just cannot be beat. And I imagine it is too hot?
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I imagine so. Yes, it’s too hot over here.
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I figured that had to be the reason
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You guessed correctly. There are some parts of the country where it’s cool enough to grow strawberries but they are quite far from my place.
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Doesn’t that figure!
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True. Our strawberries left over from when we had our Strawberry Ziggurats, which always thought would be a great name for a band, are not producing strawberries this year. Too dry, I suppose.
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Strawberry Ziggurats – definitely would be a great name for a band! I’m thinking of going to get a plant. My friend’s produced year round in her house! I was so surprised. Didn’t think that could happen,
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Yum…mouth watering.
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Cool! I succeeded 😉
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You are so right – strawberries are concentrated summer, and should be eaten as you pick them, ideally! Perfection.
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Thank you, Sarah. They take on a whole different flavour when kissed by the sun!
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Yes! Much better to have the seasonal delight than the store-bought flavourless alternative. We have many wild strawberries around here, can’t wait for them to ripen…
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Oh yes! And I wanted to go on longer and talk about those tiny wild ones that we used to find in my mother’s yard, even in her driveway!
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It took a while to get to your poem, Dale, but I’m glad I did. A timely title and I agree, we have become spoiled with strawberries year-round. I am very lucky to have farms nearby with seasonal strawberry picking, and those strawberries taste so much better. I love the ‘ruby red, juicy bursts of summer’ and the tiny seeds that ‘add a special crunch’. Strawberry picking does indeed make you feel like a kid ‘filled with summer’s essence’.
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No worries, Kim! So glad you enjoyed my attempt. Nothing tastes like freshly picked, sun-kissed strawberries 🙂
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Fresh, local strawberries taste like summer. Daughter and I were just talking about that the other day, and I said the same thing–that I’ll buy the out of season strawberries in the supermarket, but then when I taste the NJ strawberries, it’s so different–they just burst in your mouth. . .oh, now I’m going to have to stop at a farm stand today. I hope they still have them.
And good for you getting to the prompt–I haven’t done any this week.
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They do! You can enjoy the “winter” ones but when June/July come? THEN you really get to taste the difference. I’m sure they still have them, surely! These cost me an arm and a leg but so worth it for that first burst.
I’m rather amazed I did manage to get to the prompt – AND I actually linked up 😉
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And ooops you forgot to wash them 💜
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No, no, brushed off the dirt 😉
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Lol 😂😂😆
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No princesses over here 😉
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Nor here especially not me 🤣🤣🤣
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Yum yum!
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Mmm hmmm!
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Oh this is so true, Dale. one of my happiest memories are growing some strawberries myself. watching them ripe by the day makes my heart swell!
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I’m so glad it evoked your own memories. Waiting until they are just ripe to pick. Bliss!
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Indeed!
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Dear Dale,
I’m salivating. Great descriptions. Bring on the berries!
Shalom and lotsa hugs,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
That means I succeeded! Thank you and yes, bring them on! (Not at the price I paid for these ones… holy hell were they expensive!)
Shalom and lotsa berrilicious love,
Dale
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No wonder I’m having this sweet strawberry taste now! …and yes, should be eaten nice and ripe during their …proper time! 😉 Love it, Dale! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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Mmmm… putting some in my cereal as we speak 😉 They are so not the same as this time of year!
Glad you do, Marina! xoxoxo
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I know right?!
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Mmm hmmm!
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My memories are salivating as I remember… Thank you for that!
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Hope you can get some fresh ones soon!
So glad I evoked happy memories!
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There is nothing better than picking a ripe strawberry off the plant, brushing away the dirt, and enjoying! You did such a great job depicting the essence of this delicate fruit, Dale!
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I could not agree more (well… obviously 😉 ) So glad you felt I did a good job. Thank you, Jan!
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I completely agree.
I love the ending:
“you are convinced that
you are once again a kid and
are filled with summer’s essence”
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Thank you, Shawna!
Oh, that pleases me so. So glad I decided to add it!
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Dale the zest of life itself is right there, in the berries and in your poem. It sounds to me like you were picking Wild strawberries, which makes me wonder where you are. The wild strawberries here in New Jersey, USA or completely flavorless little pieces of Styrofoam.
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Thank you! Wild strawberries are tiny bursts of flavour. I live on the south shore of Montreal but the best wild berries were a two hour drive north of home when we would visit my mother’s. I’m sure if you found a field they would be delicious…
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There is nothing better than fresh, just picked strawberries. Here’s to loads of ‘summer essence.’
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I could not agree more! Yes, let’s enjoy it while it lasts!
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I agree wholeheartedly… the first Strawberries have started to come, but the ones that really matter are the ones we eat at midsummer… fresh and sweet, served with just a bit of whipped cream.
Have you ever tasted those small wild strawberries (the one you really thread on straws). They taste even better… even though they are not really juicy.
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Yes. for sure. And it’s funny because I was going to talk about the tiny wild ones but then figured I had gone on long enough 😉 Their taste is a burst of flavour.
And no whipped cream for me. Maybe a little cream or just straight up… or with balsamic vinegar…,
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The wild strawberries are considered so precious here so you keep their place a little bit secret, a place for wild strawberries is used as a metaphor for a place where you go just with someone special for summer. There is a film by Ingmar Bergman called Wild Strawberries…
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They are the best! And yes, we definitely don’t want to share when we find a special patch! That is lovely. I shall have to look into it.
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Delicious!!
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Then I have succeeded 😉
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Always…
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Gorgeous, Dale – those big hard berries ain’t no strawberry. You’ve described the real thing and there ain’t nothing like the real thing 🙂
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Thank you, Jilly!
🎼Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby! 😉
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Lovely poem! I especially enjoyed the third stanza :-). Those summer ripe big ones are the best, though I prefer mine dipped in chocolate!
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Thank you, Sunra! Dipped in chocolate is always a winner 😉
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Oregon grows some of the finest strawberries in the world! Blessed when they begin appearing in roadside stands, farmer’s markets, grocery stores! We are having strawberry shortcake for dinner tonight! Loved the poem!
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That is wonderful. I bought my first two baskets and am trying to make them last but tomorrow, for sure, they are gone! Strawberry shortcakes is one of my favourites. Thank you, Helen!
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Sounds like perfection to me, Helen!
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🙂
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You are so right! Fresh from field to mouth is always best!! The winter version look very good, but they are as you say, hard and tasteless!
Well done Dale
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Thank you! And yes… so not the same. Glad you enjoyed.
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I used to live right next to a strawberry field. But still I prefer my strawberries to arrive from the gulf stream bathed west coast of Scotland just that little bit earlier
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I have strawberry fields all around me but I never go to pick my own – I really should when I’m in jam mode! Actually, I usually use fall berries for jamming because it’s a lot less hot.
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We had permission to pick over the field after the pickers.My kids used to do it. I didn’t
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That’s why we have children, no?
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Absolutely yes
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A most scrumptious poem 😀 I especially admire; “Hold it by the stem and bite off the tip or the whole thing, depending on size and your level of gourmandise!” Yes! 💝💝
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Thank you, Sanaa. Mmmm… they are so delicious, aren’t they?
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I don’t know why but whenever I see 🙈 🍓 strawberries ,love to call them pretty ☺️☺️ st🍓 are my most fvrt fruit n I always 🥶 freeze it in my freezer just cz I love to eat fresh strawberries jam in morning!!
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They are pretty! And they are so fantastic in season that, yes, preserving them into jams is the best way to taste summer all year ’round.
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☺️☺️
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I agree. Only a warm, sun-kissed fresh strawberry is worth a poem such as thee (and thine). 🙂
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Of course you agree! 😀
Mmmm… and I thank you, warm-hearted lady! 🙂
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Lovely! I absolutely adore strawberries, they’re so delicious!
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Thank you! They are on another level when in season 🙂
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Indeed they are!
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This poem has a real sensuality to it, so I could see, smell, taste the summer strawberry as you were describing it.
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Oh I love that you think so, Andrea. I was hoping your senses would be touched.
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Same. Just with seasonal chocolate
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My fevrt fruit
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The freshness that it brings adds a feeling of something very strong yet subtle summer bliss
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Indeed! Thank you, Mansi!
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Wow nice post!
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Thank you 🙂
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Favourite…🍓🍓
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One of mine, too
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Those strawberries look so delicious and juicy! Yum!
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Don’t they just? 🙂
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