Matt’s parents are taking care of the garden while we’re gone (thanks guys!), and they sent us this picture of the first ripe strawberries. (Turns out they weighed them in batches.) Looks like Story won’t be eating them all this year! I had a weird dream the other night in which we got back from our trip and waist high patches of grass were growing in my garden beds. That creeping grass even haunts me in my sleep! But Russell and Shanna were happy to report that the garden hasn’t been overtaken by weeds. Yet.