It was a cute attempt. I soon realized my distaste for the doings of strawberry picking, and Jeff soon realized this also. My allergies had been at its peak, and being outside for over an hour probably wasn't the best idea. Jeff established one rule: find the biggest. Some random expert strawberry-er soon established another: "watch out for the beetles!"
I think my sluggishness began fifteen minutes in- when realizing the sun was kissing my face! I love to catch myself living in the moment (and these are often the moments that I don't have photographs of, I'm sorry). I day dreamt about The Beatles, and running down the lined fields to the tune, "Strawberry Fields Forever." This seems so entirely corny, but was so entirely perfect at the time. My day dreaming soon stopped when I realized how alone I was not. The enthusiasm beaming from the children running around me redirected my thoughts. There are many times I think how immature I am, immature as in desiring things typically of a child. As much as I can remember of my childhood pickings, I thought strawberry picking was a blast, much like those around me! But maybe due to my height difference, that has changed. (Ha!)
Anyway, Jeff and I walked away with 5 or so pounds of strawberries today. Thanks to him, I have more than I must have picked. The blender has already been used for a smoothie!
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