Well, my phone was officially pronounced dead by one of the Apple geniuses on Wednesday. Amazingly, I only lost some pictures, a little text history, and some apps in the transfer to a different phone. I don’t know how they did it, but I think that’s why they call them geniuses.
Among the pictures that were lost were those from our first strawberry picking adventure. However, we made a return trip to the patch later this week {and wisely later in the day}, and we snapped a few replacement shots then.
See… doesn’t it look like a wilderness? Who knows what lurks {besides the strawberries} among those bushes and weeds. I choose not to think about it…
The Toddler is a great picker, although all of her berries have to go through a careful quality inspection before we leave the patch. Her interest is quantity, not quality.
The Preschooler, though, is surprisingly selective. If they allowed for multiple potty breaks during a shift, she would be a great hire during picking season.
During the time that I was phone-less this week I found afternoon entertainment in the form of magazines. It might have been a combination of heat exhaustion and technology withdrawal, but I even read the latest edition of Home and Farm where I discovered a timely little recipe for Strawberry Cake. I don’t like to use the word miracle lightly because I believe in real ones. So, we’ll just say it was an extraordinary event that I felt inspired to attempt the cake recipe using some of our fresh strawberries, and it turned out OK. Ultimately, it’s hard to go wrong when there’s that much sugar involved.
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