This morning Quinn and I went strawberry picking at a local farm. Quinn had much more fun squishing the strawerries between his fingers than actually picking them. He also enjoyed playing with the hay that lined the rows. I personally enjoyed the strawberry picking. It was my first time for as long as I can remember (I guess I may have done it when I was a kid). It was fun to search for the biggest, reddest, strawberries...the ones that "popped" when you pulled them off. The smaller strawberries aren't as sweet, though all of them--sweet or not--have much better flavor than the strawberries you buy in the store. We only picked about 2 lbs, since it was already very hot at 9 AM, and someone needed a lot of help obeying the farm rules such as "no running" and "no stepping on the strawberry plants."
