Berry Pickers, Unite!

~the labor force~

~the yield~

~the squint~

~the farmer~

~the embrace~

~the squint 2~

~the reveal~

Last weekend I managed to pull Terry along with us berry-picking. He's not as quick to sacrifice a precious day off to drive into the country to pick your own (insert curse word here) fruit. Once there, however, I think I heard him say, "Why don't we do this all the time? I'm coming back early next week for raspberries!", (clapping his hands together. Oh, and look at the skin-so-soft hands of this animator in the last photo. Perfect hands reveal the perfect strawberry.)

Having Daddy join us on a weekend adventure made those (1) strawberry smoothies, (2) strawberry ice pops, (3) strawberry frozen yogurt, (4) strawberry jello, (5) strawberry bread, (6) and strawberries with nutella- whew!- taste so much better. And even after filling three 2 gallon buckets completely full of strawberries, we've not yet grown sick of strawberries.