As per tradition, we went strawberry harvesting yesterday and as usual, we came home with almost thirty pounds of ripe red juicy strawberries. It was Caleb's first year picking and after he ate about a pint of half-green, half bug-eaten strawberries he picked all by himself, he spent the rest of the time by the water jug quenching his thirst. Noah and Denver did a great job feeding themselves and not such a great job picking. Unfortunately Denver tripped and lost all of the berries he had picked and when I told him to "pick them up quick" he must have missed the part about picking them up because twenty minutes later he still didn't have any in his basket. Ah well. . . at least they weren't grumpy because they were starving to death. Hunter has officially graduated from strawberry eater to bonified strawberry picker and actually picked an entire basket by himself. Of course now he's trying to convince me that because he picked them they belong to him and if I want strawberry jam I have to use my own and none of his. Darn. And I so wanted to share the strawberry pie I made today with him. When all was said and done I think we picked enough to make strawberry jam for all of our assorted teachers and friends and have some left over for us. Oh. . . and two strawberry pies for Potluck Dinner tonight. Mmmmm, tasty!
