27 June 2009
Aunt Maulbeere came over this weekend, and we went strawberry picking yesterday! Had a right good time too.
I don't think that a single one of the berries that Monkey picked went into the basket. In addition, I know that quite a few of the berries that I picked went from the basket into his mouth! Fortunately, we had checked with the farm before taking him out there, and they had a very liberal policy toward children in the strawberry patch: let them eat what they want. So it was all good.
I should have taken a picture of the tractor, because that's what Monkey's primary impression of the trip to the strawberry farm was summed up in, when he was telling his Daddy about it: the tractor. Silly Mama, it's not about the strawberries!
Next up: strawberry jam!