The other day I shared a post about my love for strawberries, although I was very allergic to fresh strawberries when I was a little girl. So, I guess you can say I had strawberries on my brain. It reminded of the song “Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries” that my dad use to …
When I was a little girl, I LOVED strawberries. I loved the way they tasted, I love the way they looked, and I loved that inevitable trickle of juice that meandered down my chin when I took a bite, only to be cleared away with a swipe of my tongue. Strawberries were sun and summer …
