Strawberry Fields Forever

The sweet fragrance of a strawberry field mixed with the simple goodness of a morning with family is a winning combination. The boys ran wild, staining their hands, faces and shirts with strawberry juice. Disrupting the peace and tromping right through the bushes was their specialty. Alayna diligently picked and plucked, all the while keeping a close eye on the boys. The sisters and Nana Lisa filled two trays with deliciously red berries which have since become jam and pies. Me, I chased Caleb up and down endless strawberry rows, barely filling my little wooden crate. He was insanely happy though, so it was worth all the chasing.