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Strawberry Picking Isn’t Nearly As Bad As I Remember It

Yesterday I did something that I know for a fact my mother will be shocked to read about.  I voluntarily took my child strawberry picking.  I enjoyed it.  I thought it was a great afternoon out with my little man.  And I can’t even believe I’m about to type these words, I think we’ll go back and do it again.

You see, I went strawberry picking a lot as a child.  Mom was a jam maker and so we’d venture forth into the strawberry fields and pick for hours, days, years even (OK exaggerating a little there). Because if you’re going to make a proper batch of jam, well you need to pick a certain quota of strawberries.  You can’t just come home with one or two little baskets.  You need to come home with buckets upon buckets of strawberries.  And the strawberry picking I remember was the back-breaking kind, the kind with the strawberries actually planted directly into the ground, the kind that required you to crawl around on your knees searching for the luscious red berries.

But today, I’ve never seen such a wonder.  Row after row of strawberries at eye level where I can just take a leisurely stroll picking, and maybe eating, as I go.  And the little man loved it.  He’s not quite tall enough yet to reach most of the berries, but some were hanging well within the grasp of his little hands.  My most difficult challenge was getting him to pick the ripe ones.

Certainly as he gets older, other much cooler things will have his attention and he will have no interest in going strawberry picking.  Maybe this is what happened to me.  But for now, we’ll just enjoy this as a nice way to spend some time together in the outdoors and learn a little about where food actually comes from.  As I am not a jam maker, just a few berries in a basket to enjoy with cream are enough to satisfy my strawberry cravings.

Maybe we’ll even pick some raspberries next time.

Pick Your Own Menu

Strawberry FieldsPick Me, Pick Me

Sampling the Berries

Strawberry Fields

Luscious Berries


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  • Reply Matma June 21, 2012 at 9:42 am

    Did he also get to drive the tractor and the digger?
    … and did he get to smile at the Alpacas?
    If only there were trains – it would surely rank as the perfect afternoon out?

  • Reply HONEY June 21, 2012 at 3:46 pm

    Brings back memories of the strawberry picking outing with your Grandad George at a patch north of Ashland……on the HOTTEST DAY..puff ! puff !….the berries were planted IN THE GROUND (YES!) and he had more fun CRAWLING around picking four times what I could BEND OVER and pick in the same amount of time….not to mention he was smart enough to have on a long-sleeve shirt and the sun did a RED number on my arms and the back of my neck…….he surely seemed like a real farm boy and it made me know this city girl got her strawberries at the grocery…!!!!!!!!!!! He loved the bumpy ride out to the patch on a “flatbed” pulled by a tractor…..the little-boy in him was always there to have fun…I MISS HIM……!!!!!

  • Reply Mom June 21, 2012 at 5:05 pm

    That’s just unfair having them @ eye level! How’d they do that? Actually we didn’t pick 4 years @ a time -just seemed that way. Maybe it was the heat. Your way is so much easier & glad it was fun 4 u both! Looks like they are under some type of cover-also not fair. Guess once again we’re behind the Brits in technology. I pick now by driving up handing over $$ & getting bucket already picked- so much easier.

  • Reply Leovi June 22, 2012 at 1:05 am

    Wonderful light and color, a beautiful picture with a perfect shot. Very nice strawberries.

    • Reply katherine June 24, 2012 at 10:17 pm

      Thanks so much for the feedback on the photos!

  • Reply Linda W June 22, 2012 at 3:52 am

    Love that first photo. Perfect exposure!

    • Reply katherine June 24, 2012 at 4:50 pm

      Linda thanks so much!

  • Reply Katie June 22, 2012 at 5:21 am

    As a little girl, I went strawberry picking with my grandparents every year. The day after picking I always helped my grandma make freezer jam. Now I am the one who takes my children and then comes home to make jam. I laughed a bit while reading this – so much truth! I’m sure my early days of picking were nowhere near as wonderful as I remember them being. Lovely photos!

    • Reply katherine June 24, 2012 at 4:46 pm

      You know even though I got tired if strawberry picking as a child I do always remember how yummy the taste of freshly made jam was. Glad you’re keeping up the jam tradition.

  • Reply Deborah June 22, 2012 at 4:58 pm

    what a great day and fabulous photos!

    • Reply katherine June 24, 2012 at 4:38 pm

      Thanks Deborah!

  • Reply Robin aka Gotham Girl June 23, 2012 at 2:16 am

    Wow! Photos are fabulous! I grew up on a farm and had to pick the back-breaking kind! So I really understand your comments. I’ve never seen strawberries like this! We are so spoiled “today” aren’t we?? What a wonderful thing to do with your child! Great for the 52 photos project!

    • Reply katherine June 24, 2012 at 12:04 pm

      I’d never seen strawberries like this either. They’ve put them in some really fancy raised beds. It’s great!

  • Reply Vinny June 25, 2012 at 3:29 am

    Your photos are so beautiful! They looks like they tell their own story without words! <3
    I also doing this project, so fun! 🙂

  • Reply Tat June 26, 2012 at 12:47 pm

    Those strawberries look amazing! I did my share of strawberry picking as a child and I didn’t mind it. Probably because I loved strawberries and I ate half of what I picked. I also remember picking wine grapes… that was a different story, wouldn’t do it again if I have half the choice.

    • Reply katherine June 26, 2012 at 10:48 pm

      Ooo, wine grapes! Maybe that’s one that we’d appreciate more now that we know how they turn into a magical nectar??

  • Reply kat June 27, 2012 at 2:39 am

    Oh boy, now I’m craving strawberries and cream! And not just any cream, but the clotted cream I remember having as a little girl when we visited my grandparents in England. Mmm …

    • Reply katherine June 27, 2012 at 6:54 am

      Isn’t the cream in England just decadent? I love strawberries and cream too. It was the one thing I craved all the time when I was pregnant. Yum!

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