B takes his strawberries very seriously. Last year we missed the season because it rained so much that the berries rotted in the fields. This year it has been so hot that when I phoned to see if they were ripe yet on the 21st of June, the lady on the phone said that this was the last day the fields would be open for sure!
But we picked our 7 lbs..
For some reason, I let them churn the “strawberry blueberry explosion,” ice cream after dinner instead of waiting until the next day.
They all got to bed late, even K. Does it look like they minded?