Weekend Photo
This single small perfect red wild strawberry adorned the forest floor, alone as far as I could tell–it’s uniqueness called out to me, so I recorded its existence.
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And doesn’t that berry look all the more tasty for being the only one?
Anita, yes, it did look tasty but I did not eat it. :-) Somehow eating the only berry seemed wrong.
You are a good man, Earl! Somehow that is exactly what I would have expected of you.
perfection! the little berry comes to life
I’ll bet the next critter that comes along won’t hesitate at it being the last one. :-)
@Mark: LOL…You’re probably right and it got eaten before the end of the day!