We had a plan. Vertigo happened. Plan cancelled. Vertigo went away. Back on.
At 87 years of age, I continue to be mindful of this strawberry picking tradition. It means so much to my dad. And... the strawberries are pretty good, too!
I was about to request a suggestion for interpreting southern Wisconsin dialect. After repeated head scratching, “On.” 😬 Some older southerners can make a one syllable word sound like it’s four. Does Tal travel much?
June strawberry picking with your dad must feel priceless. So glad you can.
May you fill many flats with strawberries today! 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓
We had a plan. Vertigo happened. Plan cancelled. Vertigo went away. Back on.
At 87 years of age, I continue to be mindful of this strawberry picking tradition. It means so much to my dad. And... the strawberries are pretty good, too!
Honor thy father... epitomized.
I was about to request a suggestion for interpreting southern Wisconsin dialect. After repeated head scratching, “On.” 😬 Some older southerners can make a one syllable word sound like it’s four. Does Tal travel much?
June strawberry picking with your dad must feel priceless. So glad you can.
May you fill many flats with strawberries today! 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓
42 pounds! 3 flats. 😁
Yesterday we giggled inside when words we’ve discarded (Two Rivers WI dialect?) popped out of my father’s mouth.
inso = isn’t that so
Dasn’t = shouldn’t
Think of all the keystrokes “dasn’t” saves! 😬 When one picks 42 pounds of red gems, one knows they’ll be “berry” busy. ☺️
My dad and I split the bounty. He took 2 flats and I took 1.
Staying up a few winks past my bedtime, I managed to get mine all hulled, sliced, and frozen. 😅
Despite multiple hand washings, this morning I still have a little red residue on one of my ring fingers! 🍓
It’s a good feeling to have them “put up” for pound cakes on the horizon. 🌅
Nothing better than the pound cake destiny of strawberries!