Berries, berries, berries

One of our favorite books is Berries, berries, berries. It tells the story of one families summer berry picking adventures. In June, they pick strawberries, in July, they pick blueberries and in August they pick blackberries. Each time they pick berries, they eat them for every meal the next day and they make jam for the winter. In the winter, they eat the jam and look forward to picking more berries the next summer. They thank God for the berries. And for the jam.

It is a sweet story of agrarian family life and nearly every time we read it, we are hopeful and wistful that one day we will have our own berry patches and we will live out this favorite story.

Saturday, all the girls and Owen loaded up in the big red van and headed for Washington Farm. (Vern stayed home with James and had his own, almost private, World War Two movie festival :*)) Eight of us picked strawberries for a little over an hour and we ended up with 11 gallons of berries. We brought them home and washed and cut and ate strawberries. We froze some and for Mother's Day we had strawberries and angel food cake and strawberries and biscuits.

Thank you God, for strawberries.

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