As I begin this post, I remind myself how lucky I am that I can blog as I please. If I bore some of my readers, they might stay away for days (or perhaps forever), but it doesn't matter. I keep this blather going mainly to please myself. Sometimes I will add an entry that I know is trite and meaningless (like most of this blog) just because Cliff's sister in St. Louis worries if I don't write something every day. I'm not doing this blogging thing to make money or to try to attract thousands of readers. There's great freedom in that, and I am thankful. So today, I choose to tell you about my strawberries. And of course, I am liable to include a picture or two of my dog; nobody will set up a blog with a huge following telling the world how boring I am or how sick and tired they are of my dog. They SURELY won't be complaining that I'm making too much money doing this. Although, hey, I'm up to $78.55 with Google Adsense. When I get to $100, I get a check for that amount. $100 every six years is better than nothing, right?
My heavenly Father is feeding those birds my strawberries! It's OK, though; there's plenty for us all. When I'm picking berries, I can almost hear Miriam Makeba singing "Love Tastes Like Strawberries".