I have such fond memories of my fourteenth summer, picking strawberries for 25 cents a quart. The money was poor but the memories were rich! I loved working in the hot sun and making new friends that I had never been able to hang out with before because we lived too far from "town." Most summers were spent hiking in our woods and fields, riding my bicycle and cuddling with the many rabbits I raised each year. Each strawberry season I am reminded of the little moments that summer when I grew much older in many ways and learned the lesson of a nickel earned.
Kasper, AnaSofia and I went picking strawberries and raspberries today to remember where our food comes from and harvest some fruit for this summer, fall and winter. We froze many and made jam but ate at least two quarts in the field and four more by the end of the weekend! They both had a fun time and were respectful of the farmer's field- and for that I am quite grateful!
Happy picking!
3 comments:
I remember you eating all the berries when we went picking as kids! We miss you.
I was always so jealous of the people who worked at the strawberry farm during the summer, because it always seems like you had so much fun! I think that was one of the summers I went to my sister Ellie's house to nanny. That was fun, too, but it was no Strawberry Farm!
This post was sweet!
Hugs!
Hope
I always think of you and Heather when I go berry picking! You both ate as many as we put in the baskets! I miss not having anyone to help me anymore.
love,
Mom
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