The Day I Went Strawberry Pickin


Earlier this week, my father-in-law took my girls and me to pick strawberries at a local farm, and did we have a time! I laughed so much as I would see my girls pick some and eat some. My Emma was covered from head to toe in strawberry juice; she’d run giggling all the while she was saying, “Ooo, stawbebbies!”

Ever since I moved to North Carolina, I always wanted to do this. Being out there in the field with my girls felt invigorating. I also felt appreciation for the genuine things in life. I thought about how the hard-working country life was back in the early and mid 1900s. I also thought about the people who still do this specific kind of hard work. I realized that no job is insignificant because some way they play an important role to our daily lives.

As my father-in-law and my girls were on one side, I was on the other end taking it all in: the sun, the breeze, the warmth, and the sweet smell of those delicious strawberries. I had picked about 20 lbs. in a little over an hour and I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t leave any one of those berries behind. I stood up and I saw my girls sitting under an umbrella still eating. We went home to have lunch and give the girls baths before nap time. Then it was time to work; my father-in-law taught me how to gently wash, hull, and store the strawberries. I felt so proud of what I accomplished for my family; we’ll be having sweet strawberries in the winter! It peeked an interest to learn about canning other goods. Hopefully, I’ll get to that sooner rather than later. If you live in an area that has local farms, I encourage you to go! I know they will appreciate the support.

Here are a few pictures of our adventure; I hope you enjoy them! 🙂

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