Strawberry picking came early here in Wisconsin - we went this morning with Grandma and Grandpa, and it was towards the end of the season already. The rows were already picked over, so we ended up with a lot of small not-quite-ripe berries, but the girls didn't care. They had a fantastic time picking strawberries, and they didn't want to leave. Even Megan did a good job (mostly) of picking reddish strawberries and gently placing them in the bucket.
The strawberries, and the whole strawberry patch, smelled delicious!
I think we are going to make strawberry jam (JEWWY!! says Megan) because the girls love to eat the jam that Grandma Jane brought, and it is almost gone already. It's going to take a while to cut up all our teeny tiny berries. :)
I keep trying to get a good photo of my girls together, and this is the best one I got today. It reminds me of American Gothic.
Before we got back in the car, we talked about how high the corn was growing. We had the girls stand between two rows of corn so we could see how short the corn is now compared to how tall it will be later in the summer. Boy, it's hard to get Megan to smile for a photo!