I decided to take the kids out to a pick-your-own strawberry field this morning with a beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.It was a little hot and sticky, and we had sticky chins and fingers from the warm strawberry juice.
There were lot of small, sweet, ripe berries and the kids had fun finding and picking them.
Afterwards we sat on an old, rusty truckbed near a crumbly stone wall and ate strawberries and peanut butter sandwiches.
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