
In order to keep the kids from going stir crazy while I am packing up everything we own, I have to get them out of the house and exhaust them. It takes a good two hours to wear them out to the point of napping, so today, I took them to Dorans fruit farm in New Albany.
My migrant workers invaded the strawberry fields and quickly discovered that this farm is not as well maintained as Jacquemien farms in Plain City. Although there were berries to be found, there were a ton of weeds and the berries just weren't as easily accessible. My kids have become strawberry snobs. They kept saying that the "other" farm was better. They have opinions these days and are not at all shy about stating how they feel.
I watched as they enjoyed eating the berries. I kept encouraging them to put some strawberries in the baskets but they kept on consuming more than they were saving. Eli told me they were too juicy to put in the basket. CJ was covered in sticky strawberry juice after the first 45 seconds of picking.










We got to ride the big tractor with the trailer out into the fields and back again. When you are a city kid, this is better than a roller coaster because it is different and new.





We came home with stained clothing, sticky fingers, a quart of fresh fruit and plenty of great photos

*** Jeff may have a meeting in Denver and if by chance we can continue the road trip out West, we will. Don't worry you all can come along to join our Grisswold family fiesta. Wooo Hoo.
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