In early May, the boys and I ventured up the road to Shlagel Farm on a muddy spring day for our annual strawberry picking. There is nothing quite like fresh berries picked off the farm. The boys weren’t super excited about having to pick strawberries again, since they went last week with their dad. Yet I made it a fun outing, as they stomped through the muddy fields and searched for ripe berries. Since the DC area has had one hell of a rainy spring, this was the first dry weekend day, so I wanted to be sure we were able to do some picking. I love carrying on this tradition year after year, even when the boys are less than thrilled. These are the memories I want them to remember when they are grown and have children of their own.
Do you have any family spring traditions?