Today was just a gorgeous day at the farm. Mama had told Carmela that it might rain a lot, and we might not be able to go, but the weather was just perfect. We loaded into Miss Jeni's car and trundled our way east to one of our favorite farms (it's where we also get blueberries later in the summer). (Not to be confused with the other farm, where we get apples, pears, plums, and blackberries in the late summer, or the other other farm where we get pumpkins in the fall.)
Last year, Carmela and Mama tried to go strawberry picking at a different farm, and it was just miserable. The weather was terrible, it rained on us the whole time, the strawberries were small and unripe, and, the next day, Carmela came down with croup. This year, the weather was awesome, there were lots and lots of big, red strawberries, and, so far, no one has croup. There were so many strawberries, we filled our buckets and a dozen pints in about an hour, on about half of a row. Not bad.
Mama just went ahead and sliced all of today's haul (excepting the ones Miss Carmela snacked on) and stuck them in the freezer (along with a flat she got from a friend two days ago). Instead of deciding whether to make jam or pie or whatever right this minute, we're just going to freeze these guys up and wait and see what we feel like. (For example, Mama realized earlier this evening that our cupboards are bare and we're out of milk, so unless she made cornbread muffins with strawberries in them, Miss Carmela June wouldn't have a thing for breakfast tomorrow. So.)
Really. We had so much fun today that we might go again next week. It looks like maybe some of our friends might be getting some strawberries too this year, eh?
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