Bumper strawberry picking session today with the cousins on their flying visit. Of course we had the obligatory meltdown there too, something about a fight over a booby shaped strawberry. I didn’t catch it all, I was too busy ugly laughing with my back turned.
It was such a treat: seeing cousins AND strawberries. We see my scrummy little nieces rarely so it’s really treasured time. Every visit I’m more grateful for them and sad to see them disappear for another 6-12 months. It makes me all teary actually. Cousins are a bit like home grown summer strawberries really, except they don’t like a bed of straw and they’re less prone to slug damage. They are both a treasured seasonal appearance around here. Fleeting but well worth all the wait.