We have an arrangement with a guy who sells them, to come by on Mondays and Thursdays. Sometimes he'll bring fresh masala too, and tomatoes by request.
A Monday morning tap on the gate by the strawberry guy is great reason for rejoicing. Barely able to contain her excitement, Scout runs to get the basin from under the sink, then runs back out to the gate. Isabel loves strawberry guy events too.
We buy four bowls full. It's a nice, flexible way to buy and sell. Today he was a little skimpier than usual in filling them up; I think it's because my attention was distracted taking pictures.
He tolerates my picture taking.
Finn isn't allowed out on the street side of the gate...
but he was ready and waiting to see what kind of excitement would be walking through to his side.
Scout is so dilligent about jobs she feels responsibility for, like carrying all those strawberries to the kitchen to be washed.
Mostly.
Strawberries for lunch!
4 comments:
Hey Johanna! I've been following the blog for a little while now - love it. I so wonder if Scout will remember any of this? She must huh. You'll have to put all of your blog posts into a book for her to remember. So special.
oh, it's Wendy Bacon by the way.
oh yum. to all of it. the babes, the strawberries, the excitement of anticipation, the joy of doing our work well.
You're all so appetizing.
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