Strawberries were a large part of my weekend in Illinois. Dad & I drove to Newton early Saturday morning and picked 35 pounds of berries in around an hour. It took me back to hours in the patches with my parents when I would whine about the sun, or my back hurting, or anything else I could think of to get out of the work.
Nolan has come to like them as well. He was grabbing many as I stemmed them on the front porch.
As an adult I appreciate the work and know how special a strawberry in season is. They are so good that I should call the off-season berries something different.