"Berry Boy"

Before the dusty, juicy mess ensued!

Pretty sure this was the only berry he picked

You can just see the wheels turning in his head, "Why do I have to touch these? I don't even eat fruit!"

Delicious Ollalieberry's

Yesterday we went Ollalieberry picking at a berry farm in Watsonville with Kim's Mom, Kim and her kids. This was my first time at a self-picking berry farm, but Kim's kids have gone for many years. It was a beautiful day, clear skies and 75 degrees, and the kids had a blast picking berries together. T wasn't much of a berry picker himself. He tried a few times but the vines were thorny and he also didn't care for getting sticky red juice on his fingers. I don't blame him though, if I didn't like to eat berries in the first place, it sort takes takes the fun out of picking them. Instead he became our designated "Berry Boy" and berry transporter, transferring the berries we had in our small pails to his big bucket which he then poured in to the big trays. The girls and I would call out to him or Noah, "Oh berry boy!..." and they would come trotting over to collect them. In between this, T was easily distracted by kicking up dirt or finding rocks of course! I myself became all-consumed at the job of finding the perfect Ollalieberry, I probably could have done it for hours! I snuck in a few to snack on from time to time too! We had so much fun yesterday, and look forward to the next time.