Later that same afternoon, after closing up the tea shop for the day, Rabbit hopped over to the shady corner of the meadow, where the cottage’s brick patio meets the stone wall, and proceeded to count strawberry blossoms. 

The delicate vines had spread since last year and there were so many blossoms that she began to daydream about making jars of strawberry jam to save and to give away; about feasting on Raccoon’s strawberry pie and strawberry shortcake, topped with heaps of whipped cream; and, of course, about sitting in the meadow and savoring sweet, juicy strawberries by the pawful.

(April 2023)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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