THE STRAWBERRY PATCH

The strawberry patch was the clincher ;

Its gleaming red berries beckoned me,

Saying, come on, buy this house,

And we'll produce more, and

Bigger strawberries for you.

And it did ...

for a while.

Two, maybe three months ...

Every morning, fresh berries

For breakfast,

Or at the sink, standing and eating

The freshly washed berries,

Bursting with flavor, the

Sweet juices escaping,

Dripping into the sink.

Oh, they were so good, so sweet,

And delectable !

One day, the strawberry patch was

Gone ... completely destroyed

By my German Shepherd ...

She didn't know any better ;

She was only a dog, and

She found a nice,

Earthy place to dig

And to lie in ;

To cool off

On a hot, summer day .

This was way back, many years ago. My husband and I

had this cute, little shepherd pup, and brought her

with us to our new home . At first, she didn't bother

the strawberries, but as summer came on, and

it grew progressively hotter, she went looking for

someplace to cool off. (This was before we found

a nice doghouse for her). then, too, a doggie friend

came to stay with her for awhile, our daughter's

collie, who needed a place to stay temporarily.

So, between the both of them digging in the

strawberry patch, where the earth was nice and moist,

the berries got ruined, of course, but they loved

that nice, cool spot, and who could remain angry

at those two adorable little guys, for very long.

When, finally, we bought the doghouse, it was

too late for the berries, but now the dogs had

shelter from the blazing sun !

Ah, you win some and you lose some. and they

were so much more important than the

strawberries !

We are blessed with so much, that little things

like that strawberry patch don't really matter

in the grand scheme of things.

Blessings come to us in many ways

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