For the first time in a long time, I remembered that it was berry season before every berry bush had already been picked and the in-store prices were jacked up once again. To celebrate, we decided to head to the local berry patch and do some picking of our own. That’s a lie. I picked, Dan ate. He guessed that he only put about 5 in the basket, and the rest went straight into his belly.
So the beautiful, over-flowing basket was all my doing. By the end I had only tasted the one strawberry Dan handed to me and…well, I couldn’t hide the evidence.
Jaia had about as much fun as an almost 6 month old can while watching her parents pick (eat) berries on a hot, hot, hot and humid summer afternoon. I imagine next year will prove to be more exciting as she can romp around on her own and follow the trail of berry tops that her dad leaves behind.
Lindsay - hahah! only you shan could get the berry juice on your boobie! hahah! miss you guys – can’t wait to meet my little cousin!