Tradition

Saturday after our soccer games, we headed south to pick some strawberries at a local farm. This tradition has been one of our favorites. Every spring we find somewhere to pick berries (usually not that far from home). As we were driving away ... I thought this might be the close of this tradition. I am not sure we are going to find too many strawberry fields in NYC, but you never know :).

The beginning: Abigail picking strawberries in San Antonio 2006

It was a perfect day for picking. Not too hot, but sunny. Froberg's Farm had SO many berries. It didn't take long to fill up both of our buckets.

Abigail is quite the picker... she doesn't need any assistance at all :).

Of course, both boys managed to find the only mud puddle at the farm. Connor was not happy about it. He can't stand being muddy.

Daddy and Dallin

Forever Buds

Connor - Just waiting for someone to take him to wash his shoes.

While waiting in line to pay, Connor grabbed a strawberry. "My own," he exclaimed. Next thing we new he had shoved "his" strawberry into his shirt pocket and given it a nice pat. A lovely red juice stain marked the outside of his pocket... not sure that one will come clean. Oh well.. it's a memory, right? :)

On our way home we stopped at Sonic for "Happy Hour" Drinks. The kids were in heaven.

Another fun strawberry memory...

Now we are in the process of trying all different kinds of strawberry treats :).