Last night as I tried to get caught up on Internet stuff, a sleeping baby draped across my lap, our local pick-your-own farm sent an email alert that strawberries would open for picking today.
Just like that, with the speed of a few electrons, our weekend plans changed.
The threat of rain hovered over us, and it was slim pickings at best, but we managed to get over six pounds of berries before the morning was over. I was pleasantly surprised by how much easier it was to pick fruit than this time last year. (Not being 20 weeks pregnant with a one year old in the fields certainly helps.) This is good news, since we'll be spending many hours picking fruits and vegetables this summer.
(Oh, and the kids rode the train too. We told Lucy to tell the engineer that she is three years old so she could ride the train alone, and she may believe it's true.)
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