Friday, July 11, 2008
Strawberry Picking Trauma
Journal Entry ~ June 30, 2008
Today was our annual strawberry picking day. I took the girls and their cousins to the local strawberry patch. With sunhats on their heads and pails in their hands, the girls were giddy with anticipation as we headed across the field to the designated picking area. Oh, this was going to be fun!
The goal: To fill each ice cream bucket to the brim.
It didn't take long to realize that a few obstacles were going to be standing in our way:
The scorching 10:00 AM sun.
The crying baby in the wrap around sling.
The accidental slippage which left a smear of mud on a sundress and a pair of fake Croc's.
And the spilled strawberries incident. A bounty of our labour gone in vain as strawberries scattered around our feet.
Unfortunately an early departure was inevitable.
At the scale our efforts weighed in at $4.32. I picked up the slack by purchasing a few flats of prepicked fruit while the girls and their cousins sipped lemonade in the shade near the entrance of The Strawberry Patch.