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| Strawberry Fields of a Different Sort, New York City |
The bed in the garden bordered by a rectangle of 2 by 4s holds a treasure of freckled red jewels both large and small. The strawberry season is upon us, and this year's crop is bountiful. What a treat to venture out in the early morning tiptoeing through the grass covered with a silvery dew and select a few of those delectable berries to place atop a bowl of cereal. Alas, the berries will not last long; they will soon rot or be eaten by the birds. We filled many containers with this fruit yesterday, and then I made eleven pints of jam. One jar went to the neighbors next door, and a bowl of the fresh berries was given to family members. It is gratifying to grow one's own food, and especially fulfilling to be able to share it.
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