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This "pocket" makes me want to keep clicking that heart button until a zillion red hearts fill the page! Like those imperfect strawberries filled your bellies and your hearts perfectly. <3 <3 <3...

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Thank you Joni! What a sweet comment! 🍓

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Love this pocket and your stories of how friendship and deep connection break us open. It’s not a foraging poem, but your post celebrating fruit reminded me of William Carlos Williams poem “This is Just to Say” about eating the illicit plums in the icebox. So many interpretations, but I remember my high school self thinking Poetry.Is.Awesome.

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I love that poem. I’m planning to do a pocket just in that poem alone at some point. 🥰

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Beautiful poem.

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Thank you! 🍓

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Another beautiful read, rich in metaphorical heartache. As always, looking forward to your next. Thank you. The Yegge family also loves lupine of all colors!

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I appreciate the Yegge family’s faithful readership. I’m a big fan of the Yegge’s, especially that Forrest guy. I dm’d you for your address. Let me know if that doesn’t work. I’m excited to share the seeds with you guys. They are gorgeous.

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Many thanks for the lupine seeds. Such beauty to look forward to.

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Summer memories are made of berry stained lips and bellies…little boys that pick-by-the-pound berry farmers should weigh on the way in and out of the fields…they are 23 and 26 now. And still occasionally the stars align and we all go berry picking. 🍓🫐❤️💙

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That is exactly what my friend Liz said about weighing on the way in and out 😂 Thanks for reading Sherri! 🍓

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Why are you making me tear up at 9:30 in the morning? That’s such a beautiful poem. 🍓

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Thank you! 🍓

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Allover sweetness.❤️

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Thanks Rachel! 🍓

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I love so much Mary!! I want to go berry picking with you (and Anna and Alina) some day. The last line is a perfect reminder. And thank you for mentioning “Picking Blueberries!” 🍓🫐♥️

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I would love that, and I love your poem and what that little girl did with her pickings. 🍓

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This is so poignantly moving. My favorite variety of strawberry are Hoods, which (I think?) might grow only here in Oregon. Their season is so brief, just a few weeks. (Like girlhood) They are almost too sweet, but they aren't. They are just-right sweet. (Like Strawberry Shortcake) They tend to be small, and they are too small and soft for much of any kind of baking or cooking. They are best for just eating. I used to hoard them, want to use them only for something very deserving, but I ended up not having many at all. Now, I look for them as soon as I think they'll be available, and I buy as many as I can. I eat them for no reason at all, as many as I want. I try to get my fill, knowing I only have a few weeks and next year is never guaranteed. Your pocket reminded me of everything I love about Hoods, and girlhood friendship, and being a mom. A lot of overlapping circles if those three things were a Venn diagram. (If it really is easy to send lupine seeds, I would love some. Miss Rumphius was a favorite when my kids were growing up.)

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What a lovely comment on the aboutness of this poem. I am trying to figure out what our equivalent Hood cultivar is- I should have asked when we picked for the name as I want to plant those in my garden- the ones you just eat as much as you can from - straight from the vine

I would love to send you seeds. I would try planting some in fall after frost and again in early spring. DM me your address. 🥰

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