May 24, 2014
If it is Spring it must mean strawberries. There is nothing sweeter than those tiny Hood strawberries except a baby girl dressed in her strawberry picking outfit.
Beautiful farm on a beautiful Oregon day.
Michael didn't venture too far into the field to start his picking.
Holden was an expert picker. He worked hard to fill his own bucket and totally understood which ones to pick.
He would find a nice red one and shout "Jackpot!" Keagan said "Snappy, why Holdie keeps yelling jackpot?" After looking at the greenish ones in K's bucket I suggested he just follow H around and see why.
Despite the don't eat from the field until they are washed rule, G was unstoppable.
By the stains on K's face, G was not the only one eating strawberries straight from the field. Or more likely straight from someone's bucket.
Happy to be in the sunshine C!
Glad you brought your shades Keagan.
The fruits of our labor...literally.
Two batches of homemade strawberry icecream!
Strawberry margaritas, strawberry daiquiris, strawberry lemonade...yumm.
Just about perfect, huh Holden?
