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Aztec gold-brown soil between rows and rows of summer green invites berry-gatherers shorts and sun hats baskets in hand techniques unique to each stooping for close inspection looking for perfection color, form, ripeness choosing one by one bending just enough to grab handfuls in a hurry sun beats down wiping brow others mosey enjoying the peace of this stretch of land so well tended so bounteous best approach little child plopped down near the beginning hand to mouth fast as she can crimson juice coloring lips drips down chin beneath contented impish smile
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
June Strawberries
Aztec gold-brown soil between rows and rows of summer green invites berry-gatherers shorts and sun hats baskets in hand techniques unique to each stooping for close inspection looking for perfection color, form, ripeness choosing one by one bending just enough to grab handfuls in a hurry sun beats down wiping brow others mosey enjoying the peace of this stretch of land so well tended so bounteous best approach little child plopped down near the beginning hand to mouth fast as she can crimson juice coloring lips drips down chin beneath contented impish smile
A memory of my two-year-old niece's introduction to strawberry picking.
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
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