Strawberry Fields Forever

Are Dad and I super gardeners or what? We cleaned up last week, and this weekend is harvest time. It's a miracle!

Ok, truth be told, Mom took us to a strawberry farm in a nearby town. First, we paid a visit to the horses.



Whoa, nelly! I'm thinking we have enough pasture land in the backyard to accommodate a horse; a pony, at the least.

I tried, but Mom said I wasn't allowed to jump through to the other side of the fence.

Mom was a little surprised that I wasn't inhibited by the horses. The last time I saw one with Ms. Terry and Ms. Leigh Ann, I wasn't as thrilled.

This is the first peacock I have ever seen in real life. A little stand-off-ish, don't ya think?

It was pretty hot. Even the goat wanted to sit in the shade.

But Mom and I stepped to it and did some picking!

This place is no joke; it's a real working farm. I even saw some migrant workers -- lots of people drove in from the suburbs. They and their kids were expected to work for free and then had to pay for their food.


Mom was very particular about which berries would make it into her strawberry shortcake.


By the time we were done filling the box, I was so over it -- like Paris Hilton after five minutes at Target. Is Dad smiling or gritting his teeth?

Strangely enough, I got a second wind right after I spotted the tractor.


"This is where you couple it."

After the farm, we went into town to check it out. Dress shops, cute cafes, antiques - Oma and Aunt Rita's dream town basically. I think I'm ready for a nap, and it's barely 11:00 a.m.

We stopped in at the local bakery and picked up a sour cream pound cake. It should couple perfectly with strawberries! Yum-O!

I lost interest after the bakery.... But oh, what do we have here?

Well, we have a long weekend ahead of us. I suspect we'll do something else, even though Mom and Dad aren't saying. The suspense is killing you isn't it?