It’s finally strawberry season (I guess), and so the other day Erin, Isaac and I went to join Beth, Robyn and the boys at a “local” pick your own berry places.
When we got there, Erin threw Isaac up in a back carry and away we went. I didn’t carry him for a few reasons. 1) I’d sweat WAY WAY too much and 2) I had to leave for rugby soon.
Beth, Robyn and the boys had already started picking. Usually the front of the site is completely ravaged because people don’t bother going to the back, but this time apparently people had only picked at the back and the front was good to go.
One thing that is a fact about picking berries. The boys LOVE it.
With the help of both boys (Barrett repeatedly said “I’m picking pretty strawberries”) we got our two buckets picked in ridiculously fast fashion.
The boys, however, were not the only only ones taste testing the merchandise.
Unfortunately, Isaac isn’t old enough to taste any of our pickings, but he will be soon. Next year he’ll be running up and down the rows “picking” strawberries. Just like his older cousin Hunter.
Hunter Running the Rows
So now we’re going through approximately 10 pounds of strawberries in one week. We’ve made strawberry sorbet, we’ve had a bowl of strawberries a day, strawberries and ice cream and pretty much any other way you can eat strawberries.