Sunrise Over Strawberry Hill Farm by Alison Sherlock

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Seems like the name Strawberry Hill Farm would keep the sky sunny and bright. It is such a delightful name. Sadly, a farm moniker can not grow a farm. It takes a heap of sunshine and not too much rain. Unfortunately,  Flora and Grams can not control the weather. However, they can give out love vibes to their friends, one another and the past. Those vibrations are as pure and rich as a good wine. They are still loving the Rossi family after many years. At the moment, a red Ferrari driven by Nico Rossi is gathering all the excitement while Grams and Flora hide their tears. By the way,  Strawberry Hill Farm is a hundred years old. It will take dogged determination to keep it going. Of course, that is always true of farm life. Each day is a surprise. By the way, here is an Italian word. Prego.  By the way, the Bartons, Flora and Grams, home is in England. No wonder the novel is magical. England and Italy sparkle with serendipity.

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