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Vianna Miller's avatar

This was quite moving for me. Strawberries are...important to me. Deeply tied with my ex and that decade of life. I don't know that I am yet capable of thriving, even two years on from the split. The thrill of Spring, of Summer - I have not yet felt this trill in my chest or my soul again, not yet.

May it come soon. I hope I am just a biennial - type, but I have already had one season where I did not bloom this time around. That said, I am still a stubborn little weed, sticking my head up through the cracks in the rocks I was buried under.

May your strawberry give you the best, juiciest, sweetest fruits!

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Jenna Woginrich's avatar

I’m not sure I’m healed either, but we can try to grow together. Keep reading and checking in. I’ll do the same 🖤

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Caitlin's avatar

I was just telling a friend that every year I am shocked by how alive and happy I feel in May—my hibernation period tends to be January through at least part of April. (I live in New Hampshire, and April tends to be very unpredictable these days.) Every year I am surprised.

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Jenna Woginrich's avatar

Isn't it amazing what a few days of full sun and a little pep in your step can do to you?! I need to remind myself on weeks like this (colder and dreary here right now, had a fire last night it was 40 degrees!) I remember next week I could be in shorts standing in the river sweating like crazy. The northeast is wild.

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Caitlin's avatar

The northeast is wild! We were wearing shorts last week and today is very cold and rainy…

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