Nothing marks spring like fields full of fresh strawberries. Today was a beautiful day and the boys and I headed to the strawberry patch. It is the first opportunity we’ve had to go in a couple of years so Sebastian didn’t remember the last time. For his benefit we reviewed the strawberry picking rules:
What color strawberries do you pick? Red.
Do you pick white ones? No
Do you pick green ones? No
Do you pick pink ones? No
Jack decided to give Sebastian a test after all these questions. “Do you pick red ones?”
Sebastian, now in the habit of answering no promptly answered, “No! I mean, yes!”
The boys must be growing because now instead of dubious stares I get nice comments like, “Oh, look at all your helpers!” I did have one man state, “Surely these are not all your children?” Yes they are. There was a few minutes of silence. Apparently he was thinking it over because he eventually offered, “That’s a lot of groceries to buy.” Yes, it is.
The farmer came by just as I had given them all permission to test a berry. “I think we’ll have to weigh them on the way out!” He said good-naturedly and then gave them permission to eat all they liked. In spite of the eating, we picked six gallons of berries in an hour and left the fields before I heard a single complaint of being tired or ready to go. I think it was our most successful strawberry expedition yet.