This is what I get to see as I walk toward my front door.
And this is what I get to see when I walk out my back door.
This, too. (Remember when they were babies? My, how time does fly.)
It's hard to wait when you see a tiny little strawberry begin to ripen.
But I'm waiting until there are a few more.
But I'm waiting until there are a few more.
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