
Two weeks ago my mom, my two kidlets, and I went to the local strawberry farm to pick as many berries as we could before the kids pooped out. We had a GREAT time!
The strawberry farm closest to us is in Rome, Georgia and is called LCCL Strawberry Farms. {They are celebrating their tenth year this year!} We’ve been going to pick strawberries here for the past two years since a friend of ours shared it with us. The strawberries are FABULOUS – so sweet and juicy. NOTHING like what you get from the grocery store. Okay. They are both red. But other than that – NOTHING like it. (:

Judah had a wonderful time picking berries. He ran up and down the rows looking for the ripe red berries and he did a great job of ONLY picking the red ones. He really got into it, shouting at me when he would find a really big one. He also did a great job of not eating any until after we were done picking and paying {which by the way, their prices are VERY reasonable – $1.60 per pound}.

I can’t say the same for Eliana, though. We laughed upon checking out and asked if they prefer that I weigh her before paying {although I did pay them extra for the berries that she ate while we were picking them}. She knows what strawberries are and LOVES them. It is actually one of the first foods she would really eat. I think it is because she can hold it and feed herself! So independent!

So, once she figured out what we were putting in our bucket she started acting crazy…that is until I handed her one. I was oblivious to the mess that she was making since she was strapped to the front of me, facing out, while I was sitting on the ground picking berries as fast as I could go. Finally, as she was on around strawberry number 3 or 4 she started to get really aggravated and had had enough of being jostled about as I slid down the rows. I took her out of the baby carrier and turned her around to face me and I died laughing at the mess she had made. It looked like she had just smashed one of the strawberries right on the side of her head!

I picked berries a little longer as Eliana hung on to the side of my berry bucket. {Yes, I guess we can say my child learned to pull up in the strawberry patch}. Judah asked if he could go sit in the car in the “wind” (aka: air conditioning) so we decided to hang it up.

After weighing (we had 20 pounds!) and paying for our berries we bought a bowl of strawberry ice cream and a delicious fried strawberry pie to share. Then Judah took the train for two rides while my mom decided to pick a little longer.
All in all, we ended up bringing home 40 pounds of strawberries. We split up and froze 20 pounds and my dad is making homemade strawberry wine out of the other 20 pounds. In a few weeks we’re going to do it all over again.
It was a lot of fun – not too much work {hey, if I can do it with a 7 month old strapped to me it can’t be too bad!} and a great excuse to get outdoors and have some family fun.