After about an hour, the novelty wears thin and everyone has tasted and picked all the strawberries they ever hope to see again. They've filled a flat. Perhaps I should empty that flat and say "fill it", for only then would they understand the drudgery of it. But, being soft and wanting them to remember the day with good memories, I instead bought them homemade ice cream in the roadside stand.
Note the cowboy boots. Nothing says style like cowboy boots while wearing shorts.
1 comment:
I'm jealous!
I haven't picked berries in YEARS! This (along w/beans & 'taters) was something we did every year when I was kid. I loved it!!
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