Picking Strawberries

A couple of years ago we discovered a pick your own strawberry place and thought it would be fun for the kids to see the strawberries growing on the plant, and get to pick and eat their own strawberries.  Sure enough we had a blast.  And must have eaten at least a pound on the spot 30 seconds after they weighed them and the instant we were done washing them.  :)  Unfortunately right before strawberry picking time last year they lost their lease and had to shut down.  So I was thrilled to hear that they had opened up again in a new location.  It's a little further away and a little hard to find, but it was definitely worth the trip.

They had 3 big fields of juicy ripe strawberries for the picking.

And pick we did.  :)



Though unlike normal people who look for the biggest, juiciest, ripest strawberries on the plant the boys' mission is to find the freakiest genetic mutations.  :)

Ryan proudly found this whopper this year.

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 And ran screaming across the field to show it to me.  :)

Connor found a "baby chili pepper!"

They passed up dozens of perfectly ripe perfectly normal strawberries.

Though they did let me add a few "eating" strawberries to their baskets, too.

Though the second the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and it felt every degree and then some of the hot, humid, 81 Connor declared it was simply too hot to pick anymore and he needed shade! 

So he and Ryan took a rest in the shade.  For about 10 seconds before they started trying to kill one another... :)