Here are some pictures from out in the strawberry patch.

Eating a yummy berry

B. showing me a funny berry

N. hard a work

Our three girls

K. picking a berry

N. wanted to take a picture of me

All done!

Ready to walk back to the van

B. gave me a hug and it sound like he was saying
 he wanted to hug baby too. 

So tomorrow we know what we are doing right after breakfast is all clean up!  We will be hulling the berries and making jam.   Then in the afternoon, we hope to go to the new house and work in the garden.

I thought of this poem while I was out berry picking.  There is something special about being out in the field, away from the noise and busyness of life.

Out in the Fields with God

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds that play,
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The fears of what may come to pass,
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new mown hay,
Among the rustling of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.
~author unknown

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