Strawberry picking has become a Honeycutt-Dill family tradition. We can't resist a fun activity that results in getting to eat lots of something that's really delicious. Piles of plain strawberries, strawberry shortcake, strawberry salad, yogurt with strawberries, strawberry jam, and lemon-strawberry marmalade. And did I mention the bowls full of as many strawberries as we wanted to eat?
This was Juniper's third time picking strawberries. Hazel's first, though I'm not sure it really counts since she can't even eat strawberries yet.
We obviously went at the right time; the strawberries were ripe and plentiful, and picking was easy.
Juniper was a great picker. This year, she put more strawberries in her bucket than in her mouth (many more, in fact).
Jorge also filled up several buckets.
Meanwhile, Hazel chewed on her father's hat.
Of course, we had a fair amount of snicking along with our picking.
If superhero-astronaut doesn't work out for her, perhaps Juniper has an agrarian future in store. She's come a long way since her first strawberry outing.
This one's for Ellen, who was impressed with how plump and red the berries were.
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