Last night we visited a raspberry farm for the first time. We drive past it to and from Kung Fu every week and I decided yesterday was finally the time. It was a beautiful, warm evening and the mosquitoes weren’t even too bad.
The kids surprised me by being serious little pickers! Well, I knew Claire would be pretty into it; Baba and Dido have taken them both strawberry picking and they told me she worked hard! But Ren apparently wasn’t that into strawberry picking so I was pleasantly surprised last night when I saw him bending down low for the ripest berries and reaching far into the bush for ones that caught his eye. I think it almost became like a game or even an addiction for them; once they knew how to spot the ripe ones, they couldn’t stop picking them!
When Claire is really focused on something, her eyebrows look like this:
In addition to the usual pink raspberries, this farm also had Honeyqueens, a light orange raspberry. Guess who was enthralled with the orange berries?!
I was also surprised by how few raspberries the kids actually ate in the patch. I bet I could count their consumables on one hand (per kid). They really were that busy just picking, picking, picking.