We finally made it out for our annual excursion to the strawberry patch. This just might be one of my favorite traditions, and I have visions of teenage boys rolling their eyes at me in ten years as I make them fill their own buckets. For now, they mostly love it and certainly eat as much, if not more, than they pick.
The patch was especially muddy this year, miraculously my two stayed pretty clean.
The second best part to picking them, the JAMAPALOOZA that follows. We had a new team member this year, between the three of us we canned (53) half-pint jars of strawberry deliciousness.
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