There are many, many times I wonder what I was thinking when I agreed to live in the middle of nowhere. Like when my gas is at a forth of a tank or when I forget the milk or when I have a craving for deep fried something from a drive-thru. None of those exist out here but you know what does, what makes it all worth it?
Strawberry fields, among many other things...stars, sweet summer breezes, two trees with a hammock in-between. Back to the strawberry fields, about a mile down the road a lovely couple grow beets, peas, herbs, blackberries, tomatoes and lots of other good things. We were on a mission for strawberries for this visit because we had big plans for making jelly.
That's right folks, Pick-ur-own.
***disclaimer***not all the strawberries pictured were picked by the 3-year-old
The Goods, 3 pints of strawberries and one basal plant for the kitchen windowsill.
Jettie giving great-grandma smiles and Hughes taking off the stems to make the jelly.
All of our hard work paid off.
And my usual morning yogurt specially covered with the ruby bites.
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