The past two years I’ve made the mistake of going to the farm during Spring Break week where you honestly wait longer to park than it takes you to pick buckets full of berries. This year though, I made sure to wait and thanks to the amazingly cooler weather we’ve been having, there was no danger of the fields being picked over.
They needed no instructions this year!
Serious berry face
They were on a mission
Except when they were goofing off
Lots and lots of berries
It helped a lot this year that Eliza knows the difference between red and green, haha!
I pretty much let them do all the work
Well, most of it.
I was supervisor
This picture will so be pulled out on her 16th birthday.
It was a perfectly gorgeous day
And we had the fields practically to ourselves.
Then someone gets stuck in the mud.
When the buckets get too heavy to carry, improvisation is called for.
As is laughter.
Just a perfect day.
With some practically perfect girlies.
And it goes without saying that strawberry picking is exhausting work!