They sit lonely and alone in a bag on my desk waiting for Anchorage to decide summer is here and the weather gets warm enough to put them in the ground. My hopes for my very own strawberries grows dimmer with each cold day. that passes.
They sit lonely and alone in a bag on my desk waiting for Anchorage to decide summer is here and the weather gets warm enough to put them in the ground. My hopes for my very own strawberries grows dimmer with each cold day. that passes.