Missing Goat Farm
Missing Goat Farm Cookbook
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Saturday, May 22, 2010
Look what I found in my garden today. No one knew. No one saw it. I was alone.
If someone had come along, I`d have declared `look, a strawberry, the first of the season!`
I would have offered to share.
So, I sat there a while. Maybe three minutes. Felt like forever.
But no one came.
I picked it. I put it down. I looked over at Lily playing with her cousin.
She loves strawberries. But she would eat it all.
She can be so greedy.
She`d never know.
I took a bite. A more perfectly delicious berry, there could not be.
I can be so greedy too.
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