The Fruit of my Labor

I am lucky enough to have a small courtyard behind my house. It has maybe 100 square feet of dirt, usually covered by weeds.

This year, a kind soul took pity on this patch of soil and planted, amongst other things, a strawberry vine. Since late May, I've watered the vine every day it hasn't rained. Birds and/or the neighborhood stray picked off the first of the season harvest, but last week, one strawberry survived to maturity. I almost felt guilty eating it.

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