Our beloved strawberry patch just dissipated after a three year stretch and there was great disappointment.
So gumps and mammy headed out to the nursery on Saturday afternoon to replenish our crop. The grimace on gump’s face as he handed over the $28 for the flat of strawberries made me think twice.
“I wonder how many strawberries I could buy at the store for that much money?”
But alas, my mind once again returned to sanity as I remembered the exact reason for the strawberries.
Eating the scrumptious berries is just a small part of the joy. The actual true joy lies within the planting, the tending, and the sharing with my girls.
It is in the touching of earth, getting the dirt under nails, deep within the creases of your skin from the packing and patting around the tender, young shoots.
It is in the lit up faces as they see the growth and the harvest that they will reap from the work of their own hands.
It is in the joint effort of our family, together watching, watering, and waiting until finally . . . . .
The absolute perfect joy comes from the picking and eating of these precious little gems that taste better than anything you could imagine, better than anything you could ever get in a store.
The Portion of my Inheritance 
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