When I started this post earlier today, I was on a plane to Seattle for a work trip and posting about our adventures in strawberry picking over the last couple weeks. Nathan and I were up at 6:30 on a Sunday morning. Since the local strawberry farm, Rowe's, opens at 7 AM we figured we might as well beat the crowds. Thankfully we also be a thunderstorm that resulted in impressive flooding in Ann Arbor.
We managed to pick 18 lbs. of beautiful, ripe, and totally delicious strawberries between the two of us (I say Nathan picked about half a pound and ate two. There was a reason I dressed him in all red. There was mud from earlier storms which meant that Nathan was in heaven searching for every mud puddle he could find and running up and down the rows of strawberry plants. Go for it, dude! I could see his red for miles. It was really nice to get some one on one time with my guy. When I asked Nathan, "Did we have fun or what?" he said, "what." Stinker.
On Father's Day, I took both kids to give Brian a morning off, and they were total troopers. We got more strawberries for strawberry shortcake, and we also picked some sugar snap peas for dinner. I thought I took a few photos with my phone, but I can't seem to find them. I'll admit that my hands were pretty full trying to handle both kids and harvest produce. At least 3 people made comments about how I was impressive/insane. They may have been right, but we had a delicious Father's Day dinner, and the kids had a great time. One of my favorite things about where we live is being able to show the kids this kind of thing. To this day, I find a field of wheat one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I don't want to get all mushy, but I really do love seeing them get excited about driving up to a farm.
