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Passer through the hold to the road of life

Searching for Butterfly strawberry

Winged strawberry or butterfly strawberry why are you surprised?

In my search for the beautiful and original, one thing caught my attention while I was in my own search.

Clear skies and singing birds were all around me creating a summery day of celebration even though it was an ordinary day at the time.

Thoughtful of my own, as a devoted wife and mother, I really had no way of predicting that a fine little one would delight my eyes with its beauty.

I have seen many fruits at my age, more common, more exotic and more unknown, but I did not think that a strawberry would be something amazing.

Yes, you surely understood very well, a strawberry berry, or rather a fruit, if we take it as botanical, a strawberry was my big photo star.

The butterfly strawberry "fluted" beautifully in my hand and sat down to be stroked but also photographed.

Strawberry
Butterfly strawberry








It was like I had never seen it before, it seemed "winged" like a flapping butterfly was jumping from the mother plant towards me.

It was like he was saying to me: "Hey look at me! You rarely meet a butterfly like me."

Just like that, on the spot, I marveled next to my loved ones at that strawberry pride, and suddenly I took the camera with me, to take a picture of that "winged strawberry" as a wonderful trophy, she was so cute growing up in my yard and how can I not "cheer up" her with a picture even less beautiful than she was, the famous strawberry, with its butterfly shape.

It's as if even now I can smell its delicate scent but also its fleshy fruit sweetness.

Reddish, the butterfly strawberry seemed to be enjoying the garden next to her cousins, who were waiting for their turn to ripen to be admired.

There were other strawberries, smaller, bigger, thinking as if what I saw in her when they always cooked to be to my taste.

Indeed, they are also to my liking, because each one of them boasts and offers me a lot of sweet fruits.

She, however, is always my thought, although the seedling grows other fruits that compete with each other, because she, my beautiful "winged strawberry" was the first that appeared to me as a "butterfly", and this is a memory among memories.

Through the multitude of events that man collects or observes in his life, these beautiful and sweet events bring more happiness and wonder about how we think they are and how, as if by "miracle" a fruit becomes "winged" or "butterfly”.

Literature aside, the strawberry in question is called Mencir strawberry variety of California strawberry and is very delicious in addition to its beautiful shape.

In this way, I thank the one who took care of that plant in my garden, and the words that wrote these lines from the "pen" are thanks for the attention with which he grew those fruits.

With all that being said, about the "strawberry butterfly" thank you for reading my story.

 

 

 

Article written by

Liliana Ștefania

Other articles of author:

https://lilianastefany.blogspot.com/2023/05/Passion-fruit-flower-color-dance.html

https://lilianastefany.blogspot.com/2023/05/apus-de-soare-aproape-de-tara-soarelui.html

https://lilianastefany.blogspot.com/2021/10/matoa-fairy-tale-flowers.html

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