So we took the youngest two grand kids berry picking. On a gorgeous day.
There is no better taste than a freshly picked strawberry. That is probably one of my strongest childhood memories– up there with the smell of concord grapes in the Fall, or eating a just-picked tomato on a hot Summer day.
We had a great time in the field. It reminded me of working in Fredonia as a kid. I spent a lot of time working on farms, in the vineyards, fields, and barns. I remember being given a special assignment by Mrs. Aldrich, when I worked at Aldrich’s Dairy. She walked me over to a field of strawberries and told me to start picking berries for a fresh strawberry sundae special. I did, and when I finished work that day, she told me to have one. It was the best. And she was the best.
The kids had their first fresh strawberry shortcake last night. I ended up with a stomach ache, I ate so many berries yesterday.
It was worth it.