The First Strawberry

I was preparing to pick the one new strawberry in a long while πŸ™πŸ™‚and split it in half to share with you, but then I saw there were actually two strawberries.πŸ“πŸ“

But then I just picked one anyway.

So I celebrated the strawberry.

Post-millennium Renaissance woman variation.

Dance! It’s time to.

But don’t drop the first harvest.

The basil is fine seated in a new spot for the party.

The forest is truly happening.

β€˜Fever’ 🎢 Dua Lipa.β˜€οΈ

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I didn’t split the strawberry in half at all, but I ate it whole on your behalf. πŸ˜ŠπŸ™πŸ˜‹πŸ˜Š

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Earlier: Long Ago Lyrics Sung with Piano

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