Strawberries On Saturday
Back and forth, back and forth. Should we make plans for Memorial Day? Should we go somewhere? Where? In the end, a long weekend at home was so appealing it was downright irresistible. Knock out a few projects between family outings, have dinner with friends, sleep in.
Friday we checked on the baby pigs at Suson Farm…they are huge. Saturday morning we gave Ethan a list of choices, the decision was easy. Strawberry picking. We crossed a river for the first time since our trip to the Edwardsville Children’s Museum in our journey to Eckert’s in Belleville, Illinois. I can’t really imagine a more perfect morning with my family.
Ethan didn’t really believe us when we told him to start picking. “Can I eat them?!” Boy did he. One for the basket, two for the tummy. At first timid, after a few minutes he was tossing spent strawberry stems to the ground with gusto. The weather was incredible. After endless days of rain, this day was spectacularly warm and dry. Cool breezes aplenty.
Finn at first didn’t know what to do with the giant red berry. Ethan handed over a primo specimen for baby inspection. Squish it? Eat it? Finn went in for the chomp, using those two teeth, strawberry juice dripping down his chubby arm as he gnawed and gummed.
We picked our fill and hopped on the tractor wagon back. Eckert’s is a well oiled machine, the waiting times were minimal if any. The biggest compliment my children can pay, the ultimate “Thanks mom that was a total blast!” is watching their sleepy little heads nod to the side. Exhausted from the experience.
Happy Memorial Day!