Late May brought some exciting discoveries – we were growing strawberries. Grace was delighted. Gavin was, too, but to a much lesser extent. Me? I was VERY excited that things were growing – woooo hoooooo!

And once the kids saw that these tiny plants we put in the dirt were actually taking off, our new nightly activity was going out to check our plants and see how things were growing. For a while, we were having an extraordinary run of sunny days (like I felt I was in California, not Portland) – and we even got to water them.

Our first strawberries:

And some strawberry friends on their way:

And our first edible fruit! It was tiny, but the kids split it and it was so “delicious, mom!”


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I'm Bridget. 37. Mom. Wife. Worker. I lived in Philadelphia (or thisclose to the city) for 35 years. That's all changed. We moved. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To Portland, Oregon. Cue minor culture shock.

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