with mine still green in the front yard, i couldn’t help myself the other day. damn californians ahead of us. but one bite and…forgiveness. strawberries are a reminder of all that is good and luscious and sensual in the world… when i think of strawberries i go to one very very specific memory. living in seattle, up on capital hill, i would walk down to pikes market and buy strawberries…no don’t do anything but wash them and hand them to me in a bag, i’d say, then eat them slowly, appreciatively, as i wandered out of the market and back up the hill in the spring sunshine…when all i had was a little place overlooking the needle and the bay and was surrounded by city and friends and newspapers and boys who would drive me batty…well i guess not much has changed, minus the media…

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