Sunday afternoon was a blast. My good friend Virtual Frolic, Will and I went to Jones Family Farms in Shelton, Conn., to pick strawberries. It was the perfect day for it — not too hot, a nice breeze and a good amount of sun.
As a little girl, I used to go strawberry picking with my grandmother every year. It was among my favorite activities. I remember teeming with anticipation, waiting for the little sign to appear and point the way toward the pick-your-own farm near where we lived. Then, I would start asking when we would go. Incessantly. When we finally went, I would eat as many strawberries as I picked and ultimately leave covered from head to toe in red strawberry stains. One year in particular, there was intolerable heat under the bright sun . . . but that didn’t stop me. And when we’d get home, the first thing on my mind was eating more berries.
I daresay this will be an annual tradition for us, as it was for my grandmother and I.
Fortunately, Will eats his berries plain. Me, on the other hand? For years and years I would dip the berries in powdered sugar when consuming. In fact, I still do once in awhile when I want a taste of childhood.
Special thanks to VF for the great pictures – of course I left my camera in the car! Isn’t that always the way? And a double thanks for carrying my gigundo box of strawberries all the way so I could carry Will.
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