This is a small post. A short post, mostly to mark the passing of time and the constant shifting of our family dynamics. (Man, that’s building up to something deep and profound…no pressure, right?) Actually, it’s not so deep and profound as all that…it’s just strawberry season.
The first round of berries I acquired all by myself. That was weird…I’ve never gone berry picking by myself. It was after we got back from L.A. and my big ones were at school and my babies were driving back across the country. Weird but not bad. Maybe a little too quiet and efficient.
Round two I took my babies while my big ones were at school. We tried to go with all my crew when they had a day off of school, but the place was closed. Oh well, we’ve still got next year before we are permanently down one berry picker.
I only made five pints of jam and we had all the berry things for just a few days. I’m learning how to recognize enough. I missed our big ones and it’s weird that there are more and more things we do without them. But everything we do get to do is enough. 5 pints is enough.