Strawberries too. I am getting handfuls from the garden and eating them on cheesecake or even in a cup of milk with a sprig of mint. The small ones are the best, sweet and flavorful. Some of the red gems are half buried in the dirt and I dig them out with dirty fingernails and put them in a plain paper bag to be washed later. They don't look like the oversized white ones at the grocery store. They are small, almost too small, but they taste like the sweet summer sun.

They are simple pleasures, a way of getting past my worry and focusing on what has been given to me. When you are in grief, there must be some way of enjoying life and being thankful.

Sometimes the small gifts are all you've got.
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