the perfect thirty days

June.

June June June.

June.

June usually means the beginning or end of a lot of things. End of school, beginning of summer. The beginning of all things relaxing and adventurous, things new and exciting. Along with month of June comes the most delicious little treasures I ever did see.. or eaten for that matter. At the local farm, 4 Town Farm, June means strawberries. Strawberries. The most delicious strawberries I’ve ever eaten. These strawberries are not meant to be altered. They are meant to be enjoyed in their purest form. No sugar, no chocolate syrup, no baking, no nothing. Half the time they don’t even make it out of the car. I pluck their little green stem from the top and toss it carelessly out the window and pop the little gem into my mouth. Pure, pure bliss.

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