Imagine a strawberry scented breeze. A crystal clear, cool morning kissed by the sun. Many sets of tiny hands, reaching toward the earth to harvest juicy, red jewels, sweet as candy.
It was a day of sticky fingers and stained smiles at our local u-pic.
The Snail and her family joined me & the girls, my mother and my nephew in what could only be described as a strawberry-picking jubilee.
I'm not sure there is any sweeter treat than a sun-warmed strawberry picked right from the source. The kids were eating them as fast as they picked them.
And a really good time was had by all.
Imagine a strawberry scented breeze. A crystal clear, cool morning kissed by the sun. Many sets of tiny hands, reaching toward the earth to harvest juicy, red jewels, sweet as candy. 
It was a day of sticky fingers and stained smiles at our local u-pic. The Snail and her family joined me & the girls, my mother and my nephew in what could only be described as a strawberry-picking jubilee.
I'm not sure there is any sweeter treat than a sun-warmed strawberry picked right from the source. The kids were eating them as fast as they picked them.
And a really good time was had by all.
2 comments:
it was so much fun, thank you for the great idea. my house smells delicious!
Yummy! It doesn't get any better than this and I have a freezer full of delicious berries to boot. Hugs, Nana
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