Wednesday was berry pickin’ day. We left in the morning before it got too hot.
They gave us some cardboard palettes. We filled them up with (mostly uneaten) strawberries.
We picked only the best. The reddest. The juiciest.
We apparently picked some other stuff, too. We didn’t (I hope) eat these, though.
For Brookston it was a time of deep introspection. “Why do they call them strawberries?”
For Nicole it was a time to see how long she could keep white pants clean during a red berry juice adventure.
For Roz it was a good core workout.
“But I can’t drink milk through them. Weird ol’ name for a berry…”
That’s one happy strainer.
See what I mean, though? These are obviously very juicy, red, unstrawlike berries. Maybe the most unstraw like I’ve ever seen. But we didn’t let that stand in the way of having a good time. Well, maybe Brookston was a little perturbed.
3 comments:
Yummmmm. What good little pickers you have.
I can't believe your strawberries are already ripe. Mine just flowered... I'm going to go crazy on the bunnies if they eat my strawberries. Also, LOVE your white pants, you brave, brave woman you.
Those berries look sooooo good!! Nice work Empeys!
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