Yesterday we made it up to the strawberry fields. The weather was sunny enough that the berries were warm when you pulled them off the vine (and juicy when you popped them in your mouth) but not so hot that we felt like we were baking in the shade-less fields. The sky was perfectly blue, with fluffy white clouds, and the strawberry plants were full of fat, ripe berries. What a thrill to gently push back the leaves and find 5, 10, 15 berries just waiting to be picked. They were crimson. And delicious. And plentiful.
We picked for about an hour and came home with three flats full.All three kids pitched in, and we made 5 batches of freezer jam. Yum. Isn't fresh jam just the essence of summertime? Nothing tastes better in my book.
I'm going to make a couple more batches this afternoon and then freeze the rest of the berries. We'll use them in smoothies all summer long.
Yum.
Look at all those strawberries- holy moly! I would be in heaven :) Or something close to...
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