I arrived home close to midnight a couple of nights ago. I opened my refridgerator to find these strawberries waiting for me along with some cream. What a friend! It turned out that they were my strawberries all hulled and prepared. The next day I picked more and she made strawberry shortbread for a pot luck down the road. Today I picked some to bring back to New Brunswick with me. The plants were given to me last year. Although I wept inside I did take off all the flowers so they would be strong this year, and I have been rewarded. We eat more strawberries in Nova Scotia than in any other province. It's no wonder.
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