Last week when it stopped raining for like, a day, we went strawberry picking. We all wore white and immediately regretted it because the berries were basically dripping red water from all the rain we'd had the previous night. And not to belabour the rain part but it has rained so much the past few weeks that someone got stuck in the make-shift parking lot in the field. it reminds me of the summer we go married; it rained and was cold the entire summer and the night air driving by these fields smelled like strawberries until early August that year. not a great year for the farmers but that smell will be something I remember my entire life.
If you read my post from easter this past year, you’ll remember how i mentioned that June attacked the egg hunt like a boss baby. She is seriously one task oriented toddler; which i should keep in mind more often given keeping her busy (and out of trouble) is a 24/7 job. Anyway, I don’t know if you can tell from these pictures but she marched onto the strawberry patch with a mission and completely delivered. Like next year I’m thinking I won’t even have to help; I’ll just be able to sit back and watch that little one fill up my baskets for me…. as it was this year I really only had to take out the odd pieces of straw and a few rotten ones.
These are the sorts of activities I got excited about before I had kids. I pictured picnics and last minute spontaneous trips to the beach, riding bikes, picking strawberries. I had told myself to pull back the reins a bit after I took June onto the Central Park Carousel last Spring; she was only 11 months old and wayyyy too young for it. But I was living vicariously and couldn’t wait to take my baby on it. Anyway after that I have to remind myself that these things will all get to happen in good time and to not rush their growing up. But all the same I have to admit that I was so happy to do this with June and I’m happy that we are entering into this activity sort of stage. It’s so neat to see her get excited about the world and the same sorts of things that make my heart sing.
This was also Mike’s first time strawberry picking - which basically floored me because the patch is about a 4 minute bike ride from his childhood home. Somedays I just don’t know how I ended up with such a city boy - but then I see the way he gets excited about these sorts of things right along with June and I remember how it was that I fell in love in the first place - despite the lack of country music in his collection ;)