I took the kids strawberry picking last week. I didn't get many pictures, but the ones I did tell a great story.
Marian was all about the mischeif while we were there. She was getting into the bag, smashing strawberries, and wiping her hands on others. It wasn't until that night that I realized I had mini strawberry handprints on the back of my shirt.
Marian was all about the mischeif while we were there. She was getting into the bag, smashing strawberries, and wiping her hands on others. It wasn't until that night that I realized I had mini strawberry handprints on the back of my shirt.
Jack had way more fun running up and down the rows (smashing a few strawberies here and there) than he did actually picking them.
I could have captured a picture that told a better story, but I didn't think it would have been good of me to leave Marian crying in the HUGE puddle of mud while I ran back to get my camera...so this will have to do.
The strawberries were delicious by the way.
