(7.10.2010)

I had the bright idea to go pick fresh strawberries and then make some jam. Well it was the last weekend for strawberries so we had to go. It also happened to be a very warm day. (I say warm and not hot, because it was probably in the high 80s, and growing up in Vegas, that’s a nice day. Here, it felt really HOT!) A friend of mine said she would come with me. So we had her, and her little boy along with me and the two kids. Jameson and Evan love to play together. So we got there and got our buckets. I strapped Ella in the pack on my front and we hunted out the red strawberries. Well, since it had been so hot, the strawberries were small and really ripe. Jameson wasn’t much help, and bending over to pick the strawberries with a baby on your front was actually pretty tiring. After about an hour and a half I gave up. I decided I would just go to the farmers market on the way home, any buy their already fresh picked strawberries. Suzanna, my friend, was so sweat and probably picked most the berries (she’s pregnant mind you). The boys did like to pick, they just didn’t have the best judgment and would get sidetracked.

So we headed to the farmers market on the way home. Ella had to show off her shades from Grammy Brazell.

I bought my strawberries, and ended up eating the ones we picked. They were delicious, but very small. The jam did turn out delicious, though.