The boys and I went strawberry picking this past weekend. It’s one of the main springtime events that Alex, my middle child, looks forward to. I’ll be honest, I look forward to it as well. There is nothing more tantalizing then a freshly picked strawberry hitting your mouth for the first time each spring. Last year the berries were gargantuan and plenty. This year it seems the secret is out. The crowds were en mass on Saturday and the fields were a bit picked over. Despite the conditions, we won’t be deterred. There is still plenty of picking to be had and Alex is demanding a second go at the task. He and I plan to return in the upcoming weeks once the subsequent round of berries have had a chance to ripen.
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