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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