I’ve always thought I had a brown-thumb and rarely tried to grow anything because of it. Why? I’d kill it eventually. It turns out, I just needed the time, and the interest in making things happen. Wanting a pretty garden means sweating and weeding.
Isn’t that true of everything in life?
The forces of nature sometimes get in the way of this success. But all the recent rain, although dreary and often inconvenient, has produced all kinds of lush growth in the backyard. The strawberry patch is out of control. Out of control!
I love to sit on the porch with my husband after dinner and survey the crop. It’s amazing to see a big green berry one day, and the next day, watch it turn bright red, sweetened by the sun’s kisses.
Kisses can do that, doncha know.
8 thoughts on “sun-kissed strawberries”
such a happy post – the bright red on the berries – with the light on them – and then the words abotu gardening success – great wpc 🙂
Congrats! So pretty!
This was really good. Love the last line about kisses!
Ah yes the sweetness of kisses 🙂 ❤
brown thumb – hilarious! better than a black thumb..
I want some! They look delish!