Earlier this week, I was lucky enough to go strawberry picking at a nearby farm. The weather was beautiful, the kids were in a good mood (for the most part), and things were just about perfect.
My dad always loved strawberry picking, and my siblings and I spent many our Saturday mornings in June wandering through the strawberry patch of a local farm. If we were grumpy about having to leave our precious Saturday morning cartoons behind, we would forget it by the time we rode back home, returning with stained clothes, hands, and faces.
My kids seemed to have fun. I hope they grow up to enjoy stuff like this and to appreciate what it means to get such fresh food. I suppose I took it for granted at the time but now can see how special it was to do that as a kid. It’s still special to do now.
In the background are some apple trees. Picking apples was another tradition in our household growing up, and I still love to do that, too.
In just a few months, we’ll be eating fresh apples. I’ll come back for these guys when the time is right.
Here are some of the farm’s peony bushes. I am still enjoying my bouquet that I brought home.
I love the light pink and the white flowers. The dark pink is beautiful also, but I think the white is my current favorite. Probably because we didn’t have white ones at my parents’ house. They had several bushes of dark pink, with maybe one or two light pink plants.
So, I guess the white seems the most rare to me, followed by the light and dark pink. But no need to split hairs, I love them all!