spring loves me – spring loves me not

I bought more strawberries.

I couldn’t resist.

They went really well with my mango Chobani and tomato soup.

Aren’t they pretty?

Today I have to really really have to finish cleaning out my townhouse. I mean, REALLY. I moved in with Crockett almost two months ago, and I give my tenant his keys on Wednesday. I suppose I could cut this even closer – but not much.

Then I’m going to plan the garden I’m going to plant here at my new place. We have a backyard and a frontyard. There will be at least a single occurrence of strawberries, and perhaps more.

Spring makes me want fish and salads.

Me and the rest of the world, I suspect.

Except the fish thing. That might just be me. I mean, does fish really have a season?

I bought some end-of-winter pears, too, and then didn’t want them, because pear is winter fruit damnit. I ended up grating one into my muesli and I have to admit it was truly fantastic. Juicy and sweet – no honey needed.

Buh-buh-buh butterflies.

I think butterflies are a spring thing.

This has nothing to do with springtime. I just think Maida’s naptime cave is kind of adorable.

We had a kissing party.

Or I washed a bunch of strawberries and laid them out to dry before chopping them up to make coffee cake.

One of those two things happened.

Some of the kisses/strawberries also went into muesli.

I’m excited for the teeny tiny strawberries that I will soon be growing.

I don’t know how long strawberries take to grow – my plants at my townhouse are like four summers old now so I don’t remember the first summer.

If I’m not going to be harvesting my own strawberries soon, don’t feel like you have to tell me that.


I’m happy in my wrongness.

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