Last Wednesday storms threatened and Hannah had cherub choir practice that evening, but I’ve been wanting to take the kids to pick strawberries and I knew we were running out of time. On a whim, I decided to drive the kids over to Wrens (small town up the road from here, about 30-40 min away) to a 2.5-acre field of beautiful, ripe strawberries.
Hannah was the bucket holder and helped with quality control (i.e. throwing out the bad ones her brother put in there.). And Joseph was more interested in eating them as he picked. With a little encouragement/prodding, we filled a bucket and came home. Just as the sky opened up.