Strawberry Picking

Happiness is...

A summer day with my little country bumpkin.
 Rows of deliciousness, just waiting to be picked.
 Having a helper who is quicker than his mama at finding the reddest berries.
 Watching the first taste of a strawberry (yes, I'm a bad mama....I let him taste a freshly picked, unwashed one).

Having a differing opinion from my little one about an appropriate number of strawberries to consume in one setting.  (He was quick at grabbing the ones I was picking too).
 Dirty faces.
 Red stained fingers from the tiny bits of perfection.
Bowls of deliciousness.

The delight of tasting fresh berry jam in the winter months.

The mutual love and affection between this mama and baby.

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