On the way to the patch...
A word about these strawberries- most of them are the size of raspberries, and they taste like real strawberries, if you know what I mean. They smell heavenly, and eaten warm and fresh off the stem are like little bits of summer.
Lucy was just like Sal from "Blueberries for Sal", eating every berry she picked. We had to remind her that we wanted to save the ones in the tupperware for Papa.
Here she is with Grandma.
Our abundant crop!
And the next day, for Father's Day- served over french toast with syrup- so good!
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