Ripe strawberries
Mom emailed me to let me know that she was
eating the first strawberries out of her garden. Did I have any?
Nope, I replied, thinking with a touch of envy about her city garden
which concentrates the spring heat and fruits early.
Then I realized that I actually hadn't checked on the strawberries all
week. They're in the part of the garden which hasn't been weeded
yet, and I've been avoiding it because the weeds give me fits. I
wandered over, and, sure enough --- strawberries!
I have to admit that I ate two before I was able to bring one in to
Mark. Shh! Don't tell him!
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Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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