I’ve got a strawberry, see?
It’s not quite ripe yet, but I’m very hopeful. Isn’t it beautiful?
But it’s very small–about the size of a pea. Here are a few photos for perspective of its scale:
Thus, it is with sweet yet sorrowful emotions that I leave for Arizona this week: sweet because I’ve missed home and family so much, yet sorrowful with the knowledge that I will be absent for this little strawberry’s entire life cycle–I’ll be gone for several weeks, naturally. One doesn’t drive 24 hours (all by oneself!) only to turn right around and drive back. If only I didn’t have to abandon my tender transplants…
…This only confirms that I would make a terrible mother–I’d probably be the kind to give birth to the little thing, and then turn around and frolic my days away at Disneyland or something, leaving Poor Kyle to figure out parenting all by his lonesome.
Poor little strawberry. I hope my husband can find it in his heart to water our garden in my absence.
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