The strawberry plants are so happy now that the spittle bugs are gone.
Don’t they look delicious? We split three Friday night after work, and they were wonderful. Strawberries are always good, but the small, real ones are just so sweet.
(An aside: Can anyone identify the line “and one perfect peach”? It keeps coming into my head whenever I look at the fruit on this plant, and I can’t track it down. I suspect it was a children’s book that got read a lot when I was little, because the tempo that my brain keeps repeating it with seems very deliberate. Memory is so interesting.)