Strawberry Pickin'

When I was younger, my mom often took us strawberry picking. We'd wake up at the crack of dawn to avoid the extreme heat of the day, and we'd go pick as many strawberries as our crates could hold. Then we'd get home and my mom would make jar after jar (after jar) of jam. She would also make the most delicious strawberry shakes and pies. I remember how GOOD the strawberries smelled. Buying them in the store could never compare. So, my mom and I decided to take Lily strawberry picking last week. Carry on the tradition, so to speak. Now, we didn't exactly get up at the crack of dawn...so we were pickin' in the HEAT of the day. It was SO HOT! Lily was really excited to be there (for about 15 minutes). She got her own little basket, and watched my mom (the "expert") to see how it was done, picked about 5 strawberries, ate one of them, decided she was hot and thirsty, went back to the car to drink her juice and wait for us to finish. Oh, and she had to use the port-a-potty not once, but TWICE. Sweet memories!
Seriously, it was fun. And, we really enjoyed washing and eating them later that day. (after swimming the afternoon away at my sister's house.)