Last month we went to a local farm and picked 2 gallons of strawberries. I thought we'd be wading through strawberries for weeks and started pinning fabulous sounding recipes like Strawberry Grilled Cheese and Balsamic Strawberry Pizza - little did I know that they would all be gone before the week was out.
The farm was a short drive away and the kids and I practically had the whole place to ourselves. The Squirt was an excellent strawberry spotter - this was way easier for the kids than picking blueberries because all of the berries are so close to the ground. Sweet B was more of a meanderer...but by the time our buckets were full she was getting the hang of it. Blue Eyes hung out with me in the pack.
I have to say that I was pretty impressed with myself - heading to the farm with the three amigos without B Daddy. It's probably what gave me the courage to try the pool last week. (Which by the way we have been to again since that post. This may just be the summer of the pool.)
Have you ever been to a U-pick place? Did the fruit last longer than the drive home?