pickin’ strawberries

by humanmama on June 11, 2011

We did it: we went strawberry picking. We went and the kids absolutely loved it!

For about 10 minutes. Then as the excitement of eating strawberries fresh off the vine waned a little, and the humidity increased, and the sun rose overhead, and the strawberry juice stained their little hands and faces, it began to be …funny.

It was hot, it was muggy. Sweat slicked their bangs down to the sides of their faces. Lilly squinted into the sun; she had dropped her sunglasses when we got there and I couldn’t find them. The neighbors we came with were crouched a row away, mom doing as I was, picking with all her energy while she placated her sweating toddler.

Because as I was frantically picking all the reddest strawberries before the kids melted down (or just melted), I looked over to our left. And a few fields over were a bunch of farm workers. Working. Just as hard as we were, maybe harder. But they were getting paid to pick berries.

We were paying the farm for the pleasure of picking our own berries.

I thought “what must those guys think of us?!” But it was too late. The kids found a tractor, and then we found relief in the van’s air conditioner. We did it: we picked our strawberries.

The workers must get a good laugh every day.

And when the sweat dried and we were at home eating popsicles, Helena said “that was great!”

I think she may have been talking about something else. It’s okay; now she will forever have the memory of picking strawberries, and one day she’ll take her kids, expecting something lovely and get, well, the real thing. So I was not picking berries, actually. I was making memories.

Okay, now, I feel better about paying them.

 

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Amanda June 12, 2011 at 9:52 pm

Where did you go? We picked strawberries last week and it was the same kind of experience! I had our huge diaper bag and my grumpy 11 month old and 4 year old Scouty was picking like… one strawberry every 5 minutes. By the end of the day, we all had sick too-many-strawberry bellies and louisey was covered head to toe in bright red juice.

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aj June 13, 2011 at 12:52 pm

Trax, and it was maybe 100 percent humidity. No wind! We should organize a migrant worker field trip and do it again!

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