Strawberry Picking

It was 86 degrees that day. 55% humidity. Temperature felt like 97 degrees.

I was by myself with the three little ones. And wearing a white shirt that I really like.

But the strawberries were ripe and we were driving right past the fields. How can you not stop?

Catherine was a professional.

Aaron kept picking green ones and throwing them.

All the strawberries we could pick in the ten minutes before we melted.

Best new way to enjoy our fresh strawberries? Homemade strawberry milkshakes!