Obviously we took a few photos with him and admired his size and beauty. The first strawberry from our roof, a deep red, not too squashy with an awesome shock of green hair.
But tragedy struck! Somehow he split in two. I had a knife in my hand, it might have been that. Somehow in that moment Strawberry Joe was gone and our grief overwhelmed us. Things went crazy, I...WE acted out of character. That's the only way I can put it.
|A Strawberry's Funeral|
We ate Strawberry Joe.
We didn't mean to eat this delicious, plump strawberry.
Maybe it was for the best, though I'm worried he might come back to haunt us. Hopefully his brothers and sisters will fair better when they come in from the roof...