
It's strawberry time here in Michigan, and since Tommy and I picked about 15 pounds yesterday, it also now feels like summer time. I will try to pick more next week.
I'm also reading this:

My aunt in St. Paul loaned this to me last summer, but for some reason I am finally reading it now. It is set (mostly) in Sweden, and I have a peculiar fascination with Sweden. I may not get there, but if I did I think I'd feel at home. And, yes, there is a strawberry patch in the book. But there is a lot more than strawberries growing in the story. I'm halfway into it and have reached that stage of a tale when I carry it around somewhere inside me... penny in my pocket, sweet candy in my mouth, something to savor.