It was quite a treat to find a nice collection of strawberries on my plants this morning. But then came the hard part. Spread them out throughout the day? Munch them all down? God forbid, share them?
I chose the latter, but not without consternation. After all, it's my birthday. Weren't they meant for me?
And then I thought, no. Birthdays should be celebrations of life, and those who helped make it worth savoring, exploring, and tasting all it can offer. It's gratitude and inspiration, and at times, survival. But if we're lucky, it's mostly bursts of satiating goodness, like these berries.
And so I shared.
One. ;-)
