Once per year, we load up the van and drive out to Bunn to pick strawberries at Vollmer Farm. Last year we went with Will's class. This year we went on our own. For about 3 minutes, the boys were into picking strawberries. We took a load of pictures during those 3 minutes, so it at least appears as though we had a good time.
After all the little ones had gone to bed, I started turning those strawberries into jam. Oh how I love strawberry jam. Every year, I make more and more. Something about gleaming jars of jam makes me very proud. Call me a renaissance woman. I'll be even prouder.
After all the little ones had gone to bed, I started turning those strawberries into jam. Oh how I love strawberry jam. Every year, I make more and more. Something about gleaming jars of jam makes me very proud. Call me a renaissance woman. I'll be even prouder. 
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