For the first time this year we went berry picking. Or should I say strawberry picking, as strawberries are my family’s favourite berry. We left home early and travelled to Whittamore’s Farms, a family farm outside of Toronto that allows customers to pick their own purchases.
On this early morning Sunday, we were among the first customers to arrive. The day was overcast and cool, with the threat of a light rain. The weather did not hamper our anticipation, nor our enjoyment of the picking.
The strawberry fields stretched before us. We were told which rows we could begin picking from; as were the people who came after us.
We searched and stooped to pick the small, sweet and succulent berries. Looking among the green leaves, we could easily see those which were temptingly ripe.
Not only did my children enjoy the experience, but I did as well.
We filled a bucket with the delicious fruit. Our concern was not with whether we would be able to eat them all. What my husband and I liked seeing was the enjoyment my children took in being outside, in a natural environment, looking for a sweet treat.
When we arrived home, we washed the berries and each ate a bowl full. They were sweet, juicy and absolutely delicious. For a few days, we ate the freshly picked fruit and enjoyed every bite – not one strawberry went to waste.
Have you been berry picking?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013