Last week, I caught late strawberries off Territorial Highway in Oregon. The place smelled like strawberry jam and I picked a half bucket and ran into a cute little family of strawberry pickers before I headed down the road.
I love that you took pictures of random strangers and put them on your blog... such a happy bunch too :) Makes me wish I could go a-pickin'. Your story of finding wild strawberries to pick with your mom when you were young reminds me of the times my best bud Annie and I would go for walks with our mom's tupperware bowls and fill them with wild blackberries. I am remembering the wonderful sweet smell of the berries in the hot sun. My mouth is starting to water... :)
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I love that you took pictures of random strangers and put them on your blog... such a happy bunch too :) Makes me wish I could go a-pickin'. Your story of finding wild strawberries to pick with your mom when you were young reminds me of the times my best bud Annie and I would go for walks with our mom's tupperware bowls and fill them with wild blackberries. I am remembering the wonderful sweet smell of the berries in the hot sun. My mouth is starting to water... :)
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