Good Pickin's

Today my mom and I went strawberry picking at a local farm. The farmers declared that today was the first day for picking. It was about 82 degrees, with a cloudless sky. These berries were as good as they come--huge, red, and juicy. They literally fell off the stems. My mom filled her bucket until it was practically overflowing. A lady down the patch from us kept laughing as my mom refused to stop. "Can't let a good one go by!" I think my favorite part was this young, urban-looking couple a few rows down from us who were asking the local farmer how to plant strawberries. They asked if there were seeds. Good thing the farmer was so humble.