Strawberries

Elle and I planted strawberries in our garden yesterday. It was a lot of fun. Elle loves to pick everything—grass, our neighbor’s flowers, dandelions, our neighbor’s flowers, blossoms, our neighbors flowers—so I thought it would be fun to plant something she could pick that didn’t involve our neighbor’s flowers. When I proposed the idea to Elle, she was thrilled. She cannot believe that she will have her very own strawberry patch where she can care for and pick whatever she wants. I am also glad, because I am quite tired of her picking our neighbor’s flowers (not that there are any left). Basically, our strawberry patch is a good situation for Elle, our neighbor, me and the poor picked-over flowers.