Sprouting Strawberry Novels & Stories

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Mia said she wanted to grow strawberries. So I took her shopping for soil, seedlings, and a little shovel. The day the first strawberry turned red, she came running to me with it cupped in her hands. "Mommy, look!" I bit off half. She ate the other. It was so sour her whole face scrunched up. But she still grinned. "The ones we grow ourselves are the best." I smiled too. "Yeah, the best." My phone lit up. Nathan had sent a photo.

As they got closer, they realized Joli was holding a small hoe and digging in the soil. He explained as he dug, "Although strawberries aren't particularly picky about soil, the best option is fertile, loose, sandy soil with good drainage and a pH between 5.5 to 6.5. The soil here isn't too bad, but the drainage isn't quite as good as sandy soil…"

He asked Vera, “Miss Lavor, where did you sense the Mother of Pu’er Tea?” Vera stared at the ground and shouted excitedly, “Right here!” She pointed to the center of the yellow patch of soil and exclaimed, “Young Master, look!” Charlie looked in the direction she was pointing at and saw a scene he had never witnessed before. Amidst the pouring rain and muddy earth, a tender green sprout had emerged resiliently from the mud. The speed of its growth resembled time-lapse photography, with the sprout rapidly growing from a few centimeters to several inches within moments.

The sweet taste filled his nostrils. Actually, Brandon has a secret he doesn’t want anyone to know. Which is that he likes sweets, especially cakes, candies, and strawberry juice. If others knew, surely the image that Brandon had built for so long would be shattered. ‘Yup, it’s still a good idea to keep this a secret,’ Brandon silently said to himself. ‘Haiz, the strawberry is delicious. Next time I should buy another bottle!’ In contrast to Brandon, who was leisurely drinking strawberry juice, Anna was sitting in front of her desk, flipping through her old books for something. It seems to be something quite important to her.

A sprout. Serra's eyes widen in amazement. The sprout grows, the leaves multiplied and grew bigger and greener, the stem harden and grew long like a vine, snaking on the ground. Then long and green structure grew on the the vine's body like a string. It then stopped growing just as Mira let go of her hand firm the ground and looked at her, panting and smiling. "That's..." Serra realized she was holding her breath and let out a deep one. "a string bean. You just grow a string bean!" she exclaimed in disbelief.