Strawbs

We recently had our first strawberry picking event of the spring.

We went with our friends who moved to Houston last summer from Minnesota, so picking strawberries in February was a novelty for all of us.  They’re accustomed to snow in February, we’re accustomed to waiting to pick berries until March. 

Holly completely understood what was happening.  She carried her bucket, did her best to pick the red strawberries, and as expected, shoved a fair amount into her mouth in the fields.

That was the moment when it went from fun! to heavy bucket, let’s eat lunch.

Strawberry (the beloved bear) did get momentarily discarded in favor of the real thing.

Every year, I imagine what we will do with all the strawberries; his year, I could almost taste a fat pink wedge of strawberry cake.  Then I tried to go to the bathroom by myself, which is code for locking myself in the bathroom for five seconds in order to check my email in peace.  When I returned to the children, I found this:

I think we ate 9 lbs of strawberries in three days.