If there is a better activity for a Saturday summer morning than picking strawberries fresh out of the field, I cannot imagine what that might be (okay, maybe sipping mango coladas in St. Thomas would be equally as delightful, but work with me here). Until you've tasted a real, ripe strawberry that is warmed by the sun and speckled in morning dew, you haven't tasted a strawberry.
6.09.2012
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