Last Stop: Strawberries

I didn't realize that we didn't take any pictures of the raspberries that we picked, but it was more of the same. We were all getting hot and tired, particularly me. Oh, but Travis and Jill weren't done. They had heard of a strawberry farm on the way home, which was actually pretty close to our house. Now I grew up going to pick strawberries and had the idea been introduced hours before, I probably would have been all for it. But I was tired. And even though I'd eaten my weight in berries, I wanted some food. Call me crazy. But it was fun and part of the experience, and now we have a freezer full of berries to make any kind of cobbler or smoothie you could want.

Here are some family pics of us right before we left Holmestead Farm to go to the strawberry farm, which was Watts Farm.

A miracle: TWO pictures with everyone looking!

Right up front at the strawberry farm was this HUGE chair. The kids just thought that it was the greatest thing ever. Jaggar even thanked God for it in his prayers that night. :)

Jill told them to pretend to be asleep. So cute.

Running to pick strawberries

This wasn't my cup of tea. Too much bending down. And when you picked a berry that was mushy, it looked like your hand was bloody.

But the ones that were good were REALLY good!

This little girl lived there, and she was thrilled to see kids her age. So she proudly showed them a chicken.

Kind of ugly in my opinion.

He was mad that he couldn't hold one. We had a great day, and it's definitely an experience that my kids will remember and do again.