0 feet. We had a beautiful weekend a few weeks ago, but I don't remember when that was. Anyway, here we are past the middle of (Keep in mind that during the summer, my whining post will be about how it's too hot - you know the drill.)
So, I needed a few things and decided to drive through the 40 degree rain to get to my
sitting in front of me. Then I was struck by a need for strawberries. I am a somewhat conscientious shopper, and like to buy products that are at least relatively local. While I cringed, expecting to see "Chile" as the country of origin, I found that the strawberries were grown and processed in Califor nie aye. Hooray! I can buy the strawberries because What else could I do beside eat some of these "noms"... and take some pictures. Instead of editing work photos, or maybe marketing my services, or cleaning, or hanging out with my dog, I took a
There WERE strawberries injured during the production of these photos.
