Last Saturday, we hopped in the big bad Subaru and headed out to the “country” for some strawberry pickin’. It started out like this: Daddy lead the way to an untouched patch of ripe, juicy strawberries. Two little feet followed close behind.
Then, we parked ourselves in a section of one aisle (notice the overalls are blue and white). We squatted down and inspected the berries, plucking the bright juicy fruits from their vines and plopping them into our basket. Well, sort of.
Note to self: Ripe strawberries are unwrapped candies to a toddler. Delayed gratification has no place in a field of fresh fruit.
The brim of her hat says, “Life is Good.” I mean, really, does it get any better than this?
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Melissa Taylor says:
I love the picture of your son with strawberry juice all over his mouth. It captures the moment perfectly. I want to be in that moment with him! Life is good indeed!
June 27, 2009 at 11:02 am
Stacie says:
We love to go strawberry picking too. Where we go in Calabash, NC there is a farm where we can run off chickens and walk “quietly” with the turkeys. My kids love it!
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July 12, 2009 at 1:07 pm