I've lived in Oregon for over 12 years now and have never gone berry picking. Not one time. So! Back in September, on a rather boring but beautiful day, Jim and did some research to find a farm close by that still had berries available. And whaddayouknow? There's a farm just down the road and they still had raspberries and blackberries. Henry was SO excited. We packed up the kids and 5 minutes later, we were there.
The first realization I had was, Holy Cow! I've been paying a LOT of money for store bought berries! The second realization was, Hmmm...this is a great (and fun!) time waster! Picture me doing this with the kids all the time next summer!
Here is Jim, still smiling because he has only just put Wyatt on his back
(the kid is not a lightweight)
And off he goes!
Henry's strategy was:
1) Pick a berry
2) Eat a berry
3) Once bucket got a teensy bit heavy, dump into Mom or Dad's
Someone ate triple his body weight in berries. If we were not putting a berry in his mouth, he was yelling. Loudly. I won't share diaper stories from later on...
You turn your head for one second and someone sticks his hands in your bucket!