In this life, in this summer, I only planted two strawberry plants. They are in with some very red nasturtium and some lavender. Sounds precious. And now every morning, if the wild animals aren't out, there are usually no more than two ripe ones, one for me and one for Jim. This morning there were four. And in this way, life is very very sweet, every morning. One night I made a little strawberry lavender sauce for our ice cream with a very red nasturtium on top. But I had to buy those strawberries from the farmers market. (I only have two little plants). And that's my strawberry story.