Strawberry Fields

I am so blessed to live in a small country town that boasts many different types of farms– dairy, Christmas tree, and produce (to name a few). Today, I went strawberry picking at a farm less than half a mile from my house.




Fresh-picked strawberries are like no other fruit. There's just something about that which has been perfected by the earth and rain and sun; and is attained in its unaltered state.





I am grateful for the sun, a warm day, fresh strawberries, the earth, humanity. 








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