Strawberry Picking

The hot sun beat down on our skin as we entered the fields for our first strawberry picking excursion.

One determined to “pick his entire basket worth himself”, one hobbling around with a broken leg, and one smallest gal moving from section to section and living her dream of eating as much dirt & fruit as she can fit into her small, yet willing body. The 90 degree, full sun weather might have been a brave choice for our first trek to the strawberry fields, seeing as the children tried to sit and call it quits with the bucket half full. We couldn’t pass up an invitation from some friends & the sweet, sweet call of FRUIT in season. It took a little bit of prodding, some “rah rah, we can do it…and also a bit of we’re not leaving until the bucket is full” from this momma to get the Thomas troops back on mission.

We left with full hearts, sticky hands, red-flushed cheeks, and a bucket full of fresh from the vine strawberries that I aim to turn into ice cream and a galette.