Lined up for strawberries. It wasn’t always so orderly.
We left because the kids wouldn’t stop eating berries. Their shirts were a mess. They looked like vampires with strawberry juice running down their chins and arms. (Also: afraid of gastric consequences.)
I hope we managed to wrest enough from them to make a pie–or else the rhubarb we bought is totally going to go to waste. (Click to see stealing in progress.)