Strawberry Tells

Strawberry Tells

The strawberry hung on his vine and felt the warm sunshine heat him all over. The day was going to be beautiful and he did not want to miss a minute of it. However, Izzadora, the woman who had planted him had other ideas. She came into the garden in the early morning just as the berry was getting settled in for a day of sunbathing and cut him right off his vine and placed him into a honey colored woven basket, which felt odd compared to hanging all his life but was not all together bad feeling. He lay there as his other berry family members were picked and washed and cared for. He liked the feel of water but being washed felt quit different than being sprinkled upon by spring raindrops. The strawberry wondered greatly where the gardener was taking him but did not think the woman would understand his question so he kept silent as they drove in Izzadora’s silver VW... Read More Here