When we got back from Florida I was so excited to find that our strawberries were ready to be picked. I LOVE fresh strawberries. They are sooooo yummy. Way better than the ones from the store.
My little helper came along. He was glad to hold the basket for me.
Maybe next year he can actually help me pick the strawberries. And eat the strawberries too.
He was pretty intrigued. He only touched the basket though…not the strawberries.
I loved how he wrapped his little feet around the basket to hold it. Look at those cute baby toes.
Would you have guessed that my strawberry patch is hiding amongst all those weeds? Not as pretty as the strawberries, huh? I love gardening. But I hate pulling weeds. Can you tell? And somehow I still get strawberries…which makes it even harder for me to want to pull weeds. Every once in a while my father-in-law shows up and pulls weeds for me. He is super nice like that. But then I feel bad because I should be pulling the weeds myself. My father-in-law and I have big plans of making raised beds in this part of the garden and replanting the strawberries for next year. I can’t wait. But I might have to be a better weed puller if we go to all that work!
Since I took these pictures I actually got ambitious one day. I pulled lots of weeds. Lots of very tall weeds. And the next morning I woke up covered in chigger bites. It was bad. I have been itching like crazy ever since. All of those little chigger bites are reminders of why I do not like to pull weeds…I may never pull one again. Or at least next time I will be smart and wear bug spray.