perfecto

On Memorial Day, Gramps and Granny J, the kids, and I went strawberry picking.  I figured that there would be something pretty close by since we do now live in farm country.  But, we still had to drive 30 minutes.  30 minutes through farm after farm and tiny little towns that probably have a population of 400.  We got out of the car and Gramps said, "that was a nice leisurely drive through the country."  Oh how the country ages everyone. hehe

I was expecting picking to last about 15 minutes with the attention span of my children.  I was wrong. 

K. did run through and pluck about 20 strawberries, 15 were still green, and then head to the playground.  But, A. was very specific in her choices.  She lifted up leaves and checked under.  She only wanted the perfect strawberries without any green.  When she found one, she yelled, "Perfecto".  I did notice her take a bite of a few to remove the green. But, whatev.  

 K. came back after a little while to rejoin us.  But, he really just wanted to eat them.  Every strawberry he picked went directly into his mouth.

We were probably there for about an hour, the perfect amount of time to pick enough for strawberry shortcake and to top cereal, sit with Granny J. and make flower rings and necklaces, and play on the playground for awhile.   

Overall, I'd say it was a success!