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| Summer for me is strawberries. It is perhaps no coincidence that we live across the road from a strawberry farm. Or that my birthday is mid strawberry season. So today I took the strawberries outside to hull them in the sun, before my husband magicked them into jam. I went inside to answer the phone... and when I came back out... |
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| Lots of them had been nibbled... was it slugs, birds, mice... |
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| Nope, here's our strawberry thief. Just one nibble out of each! |
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| With her willing accomplice! They take after their mama, I was the finest strawberry thief in the West according to my Papa. |
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| And me, caught red-handed, devouring dada's finest strawberry jam - nice one PT! |
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