White-petal promise.
Dreaming of sweet strawberries,
lawn tennis and tea.
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Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Very fine! Can I skip the lawn tennis and go for a cool summery beer?
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As long as you don’t get too rowdy and put off the tennis players 😉 Alternatively, after a few beers you might decide you’re good at playing tennis and provide some Mr Bean-style entertainment!
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I think the latter is more likely my style.
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How lovely!!
Strawberries really are summer’s fruit 😉
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My mouth waters in anticipation, every time I imagine the fruit to follow the flowers. And the snails seem to be ignoring these plants, unlike my tomato plants. If only a toad would take up residence in the greenhouse, the disappearing plants problem would be replaced by a disappearing slug and snail success.
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