Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I still have my great-grandmother's apron. Making strawberry shortcake today.
Beautiful. And we have family canning implements from that era, little worn peach pitters. And now to inhale....
Yum! I loved picking strawberries when I was small. Nowadays, the birds and raccoons do all that for me.
Yesterday we saw a strawberry patch with thousands of shiny foil strips suspended on wires above it. They looked so pretty there, shimmering and fluttering in the sun. The birds liked them too. So much, in fact, that every now and then they’d stop eating and look up.
Guten Appetit, lieber William!
Thank you, Monika!
How beautiful!I got courage to make a pie,even feel the aroma...
Hi, Denise. Yes, be brave, the aroma will set you free....
the one line goes into me like a welcome splinter. how do you do that?robert and i picked strawberries the other day. my son and i the week before. no one minded dirty knees, stained fingers. we sealed these days in jars with wax rings.xoerin
Ah, and the strawberry adventure continues. Beautiful, Erin.Funny about that line, isn’t it? I didn’t write it; it arrived.
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