We went strawberry picking the other day....I had been dreading it. I really like the berries and all, but all I remember from the picking days of my youth...is the heat....the hours upon hours of labor...my mom driving us on and on to just pick a little bit more...Here are the great things about now being the mom:
1)I get to be the boss.
2)We got to stop after picking one bucket.
3)We got to go have a picnic, before the meltdown (mine or the boy's)
4)There was a gentle breeze and cool little leaf-jumper bugs that would land on your hand and then spring back in to the sky.
Now that I am thinking about it a bit more intently...maybe we didn't have to pick for hours, maybe it just seemed like it. Maybe getting to be the boss made it so much fun this time...
JMB
**Note about my sweet, sweet eldest son:
He just doesn't like strawberries. I think that it is the weirdest thing. He was totally game to go and pick them but would not eat a bite. We had a great time.
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hey we did that too
on friday too!
missed you...
:)
That is so funny, I've thougth about my own berry picking past and yet I've wanted to subject my own kids to it too... weird. I know I spent about 12 hours in the fields every saturday during strawberry season when I was 5 yrs old until about 17. I think, anyway.
It's so great to be in the Mom's seat and make the decisions... well, sometimes. We have one little plant and get to pick one at a time as they ripen.
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