A few years back, when we lived in VA, Uncle Jeremy and I took the trio strawberry picking which equated to Jeremy and I taking turns pulling them in the wagon out to the field, and then Jeremy and I picking the berries... which they enjoyed eating on the way back to the entrance.
So this time, I wasn't quite sure what to expect!
And so it goes without saying that a few years makes a huge difference! Only Abby was pulled in the wagon and the triplets had a blast picking the berries, albeit we were "late" in the season and they were the size of half an inch.
