It is strawberry picking time! Last Thursday we went picking with friends. The fields were ripe and scrumptious, and we kept finding ourselves eating just one… more… berry. ” A fresh strawberry IS a fresh strawberry”, I’ve heard it said. So absolutely right, nothing compares! May all of you have stained mouths, hands, and clothes sometime soon too~
My friend pictured below is an experienced canner/jam maker - she’s going to teach me how to make stove-top strawberry jam this week…mine never seems to set right. She says there’s hope for me yet…we shall see on Thursday when we get another batch of berries and go to work in the kitchen. They have two little boys, and a little girl on the way!
Wouldn’t you like to bite into this luscious berry right now?
“Working” the fields – what a great way to teach kids where food comes from, and the joy that can come from good old-fashioned hard work. I foresee lots of field work in the future for these two as they grow up – and for their little brother as well.
