Last Saturday was gorgeous. Sunny and breezy, and warm, but not too hot.
So we packed up a picnic lunch and wound up here.
The last time I picked strawberries Matt and I were young, in love and carefree for the summer. We took a daytrip adventure in our hometown to a tiny patch to pick some berries. That was a long time ago people, and little adventures like this make me so happy, and I was seriously excited about this.
Little man helped direct us to the field.
Where we and our little strawberry attired friends filled our baskets.
With these ruby beauties.
While Camden picked from this patch...
These adorable three year olds disussed their finds.
"See Mom, a saw-raw-berry!"
Then someone decided he wanted in on the pickin' fun.
So TG helped him find some good ones.
When all was said and done we had 2 lbs of the most mouthwatering strawberries ever. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to go back to enjoying the grocery store fare again.
And an "All Natural (Strawberry Stained) Beauty" giving me the goofiest grin ever.