Thursday, June 5, 2008

last of the strawberries

I am eating the last of the "picked" strawberries this morning. Going to the strawberry field and picking strawberries in season is one of the highlights of this time of year. Since both of my daughters have May birthdays, one of them always manages to get a strawberry birthday cake of some sorts every year. This morning I ate a breakfast, al fresco, consisting of organic key lime yogurt with fresh strawberries and flax grain. I am off to a healthy start.

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once again ...and even more frozen whiteness

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