Before we had kids, my husband and I started the tradition of picking our own strawberries. I’m not sure that it’s cheaper than buying them from the farm already picked, it’s just a fun experience. Now that we have children, they go too. Usually, the ones who can walk do, and the baby rides on my back in the Boba. Swatting and walking up and down the rows with a child on your back, now that is a workout.
The kids love it. Our daughter asks to go several times during strawberry season as well as other seasons. She doesn’t quite understand why we can buy strawberries at the grocery store but there aren’t any to pick at the farm.
Our older two definitely eat more than end up in the basket. Red hands, red face, red stains on their clothes. Red smears on Mommy as they wipe their little hands on my clothes. And while part of me wants to grab the stain remover right there, I am reminded that the memories are priceless. Every year we look forward to picking our own strawberries and canning strawberry preserves when they turn out. That way we can enjoy the fruit of our labor all year round. Yum!