PS. (PreScript, in this case): Please take another look at the letters below--I added pictures!
Dear Heather,
If you were here today you and the kids could have helped me pick the thousands of strawberries that ripened in our short absence. I planted these strawberries in a very grumpy manner last year and then pinched the blossoms to encourage a good crop this year. Seems to have worked. We've been grazing on our strawberries for a couple weeks, but suddenly they're mostly ripe and ready to eat or make into freezer jam.
A close look and you see they are pesticide-free and organic--a few bug holes in some, an ant traveling the red, bumpy surface--but the bad parts we just cut out or throw on the compost pile. I often eyeball the location of holes and try to eat around them, hoping I'm not ingesting ants or other little critters.
The girls ate a wealth of the berries on their yogurt after dinner tonight.
Merry,
Elspeth,
and Sadly-Not-Beatrix. She has to be content with her fist and numnums.
Prior to sleeping, the girls and Martin are, at this very moment, singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas," followed by "O Christmas Tree." Very odd.
Wish you were here and could help us eat the bounty,
xoxoxoxo
Kimby
