We buy cheap vanilla ice cream, mainly to have around when grandkids want to make a shake; these are the gallon containers the ice cream comes in. What am I going to do with all these strawberries? I guess I'll freeze them. The trouble is, they're only just getting started. This is just the tip of the iceberg.
Strawberries like to hide. Notice all those little green ones waiting to attack me later on? HELP!
My daughter's dog, Hawkeye, is staying here while they vacation. He likes to stay close by his people.
He sleeps on our front porch when he's here. I'd let him inside, but he's a walking hair factory.
Iris stays near me wherever I go, although she does sometimes lounge around the yard while I'm in the house. I need to do something with those strawberries; I picked them before 7 o'clock this morning, and it's 1:30 now. I can't just let them spoil.