Strawberry Fields Forever







As we pulled into the parking lot at the farm yesterday, Oscar declared with all the knowledge garnered from his nearly four years on the planet, “We’ve never been strawberry-picking!”  And indeed he was correct.  However, the aroma of ripening strawberries that greeted us as we exited the car ensured that this would become an annual tradition.   We received three small baskets that quickly filled–although, Edgar’s took a little longer to reach capacity as he was eating them as quickly as he was picking them!  Fifteen minutes and a mere four dollars later, we had perfect, sweet strawberries and our first of many memories here.  Many thanks to Auntie Carol and Emelia for letting us join you!  We’re looking forward to trying your jam!


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