Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Strawberry Picking

A short drive away from our apartment, there is a place where you can pick your own strawberries.  It is the same place we took the girls to pick out pumpkins in October, as Mayzie reminded me when we pulled up.  (I thought it rather impressive for a girl who isn't even 3 yet.)  We found our row and started picking.  Andy did most of the actual picking, with a minor assist by me.  Annika found some really succulent and ripe berries, and ate every single one of them she could stuff in her mouth.  Mayzie preferred to sit between the rows and play with the straw when she wasn't splayed across my back as I was crouched down next to a strawberry plant.  In case you were wondering, yes, it was uncomfortable.  Then there was the all girl trip to the bathroom that naturally took no less than 20 minutes.  So thanks Andy!  All together we picked almost 10 pounds of berries.  Half are now frozen, and the other half are reserved for strawberries and shortcake.  Any recipes out there?  

Andy and Annika with our loot


The pipe slide at the farm



It was a beauty, fun, frustration, and frenzy filled day, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.  All of it, that is what I will miss when this fleeting moment passes.  This moment when they are almost 3 and 5.  This last summer before anyone is on a real school schedule.  This last summer of being together with me and my girls all day long.  I want to drink it in while I can.  I don't want to miss these moments, especially not the frustrating ones, because those are the ones when I learn the most.  I want to appreciate them while they are happening.  On the flip-side, I'll also be grateful to never have to sing songs with all the lyrics replaced by the words "poop" or "fart"; this phase can disappear fast please.  It was a great day, and I want to it as a whole bounded memory of the good, the bad, and everything in between.  

This is why I write, for days like this one that I want to stick in my brain forever. It isn't necessary to document  every mundane detail, but finding exuberance in the everyday and the special moments simultaneously is something to remember.  

I <3 linking up with my friends at #iPPP

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P.S. Greta, I'm totally getting back on my #500in2013 train asap.  Don't lose faith! 

12 comments:

  1. We adore strawberry picking! It is one of our favorite family activities! :)-The Dose Girls

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  2. my kids would love that pipe slide! what a lovely family outing :)

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  3. Sounds like a great place...I kind of want that pipe slide in my yard.

    (Visiting through #iPPP)

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    1. I really need to get out there more often for the fresh organic produce too.

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  4. (Woop woop! You can do it, Hillary!!)

    I so wish we had a strawberry picking place nearby! We have an awesome pumpkin place, but there was one strawberry place that I heard about, and it's only open for like, a week. We would have so much fun! But yes...some frustrating moments too!

    My two girls are almost 6 and almost 4, and I know exactly what you mean about soaking it up and remembering these magical/crazy/tear-your-hair-out moments.

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    1. 1/2 marathon training should help with the mileage...and your seriously great example!
      Soaking it in as much as possible.

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  5. That's a lot of strawberries, you picked. My girls would eat more of them than we would end up taking home. :) I love trying to remember the simple, mundane, every day little moments that make your heart smile.

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    1. I'm telling you, Andy is a strawberry picking machine!

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  6. I'm afraid the "poop" and "fart" won't disappear for a while... My son is almost 12 and still gets a kick out of it - but maybe that's just us ;)
    Yay for strawberries! One of my favourite childhood memories is my Grandma's backyard filled with strawberries, it was like our own little strawberry farm.
    (Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. I love connecting with "new people", especially with people who like Germans, he he)

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    1. Well poop, I was really hopeful that was going to be a short phase. Oh well. I suppose we'll just embrace it for now.

      I also love "meeting" new people and am a total Deutsch-o-phile!

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