I’m not quite sure where the idea came from, as unfortunately it’s not something that i’ve ever heard about doing in australia, but last tuesday daddy arnold, T and i went strawberry picking. the smell at the farm was absolutely amazing and it was all I could do not to stick every strawberry i picked in my mouth!
i filled my basket with the reddest and ripest berries i could find. daddy arnold went for the biggest berries and T just picked anything and everything he could get his hands on (unfortunately for daddy arnold, this usually meant stealing the biggest ones out of his basket and ‘testing’ them).
I loved spending an hour out in the fresh air with my boys and I particularly loved eating the spoils of all of our hard work as soon as we had had our baskets weighed. i’m definitely going to have to serif I can find a place in perth to pick strawberries this summer.