Look at these thieves. I kept filling my bucket but whenever I set it down I would find it empty again.
I told Reuben to pick his own and stop eating mine. He tried to say something back but his mouth was too full. The only thing that came out was bright red strawberry juice.
Miriam had fun. She kept pointing out strawberries and laughing.
You can watch her all white onsie get progressively pinker. Oh, the strawberry carnage!
Miriam even figured out how to crawl along the rows, picking as she went. She's a smart girl. Reuben remained content to sit next to me and eat out of my basket.
5 comments:
Next time, I'd suggest you dress them in red. You create such authentic adventures for your kids. How do you get such great photos and pick strawberries? Did you ever get any strawberries home to Aaron?
What if you eat everything you pick before leaving the field? Do they still charge you?
those are awesome pictures.
this reminds me of that wonderful Robert McCloskey book, Blueberries for Sal. Just a slightly different fruit!
you know my feelings about picking fruit. i'm glad to see your kids are into it as well.
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