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[lizzybennet]

Peas, anyone?

Today we went to Greenbluff to pick strawberries. It was so fun!





The "city" of Greenbluff has perfected the art of agritourism. The farm we stopped at had a playground, you pick strawberries, pony rides and (as pictured above) a sandbox full of dried peas. The kids totally loved it.


Usually I don't go in for pony rides, but these horses looked very healthy and well-cared for. It was clear that their owners were kind to them.


My camera died before I could snap one of Josh.



The kids really enjoyed picking strawberries, which I didn't expect. I formulated this idea based on the premise that I must create memories for my kids. I do this a lot :) They may not like it, but gosh-darnit, they'll remember it! However, they actually had a great time. Even Petey said "I didn't think this would be fun, but it actually is!" Josh ate strawberries almost as fast as I could pick them. We didn't really end up with as many as I'd hoped, but that's ok. I'd like to think I could make strawberry jam but I know I probably wouldn't. I don't have any of the equipment. The strawberries are delicious. We're just eating them as we please :)

Comments

[themenow.livejournal.com]

Peas sandbox?! I want one! No lie, that looks cool! I love the first pic. Seems like peas would be nice and cool and the texture would be so soothing. I don't like sand. It's too gritty and so small that it gets into everything, but peas? Now that is something I could go for! One of the daycares I went to when I was little had a bin of rice. Oh I loved it! I loved sifting it from hand to hand, feeling the rice between my fingers, feeling the texture. It was so much better than sand.

I really, really hate sand. I do. I hate it. I don't mind standing in it, but I don't like sitting in sand or swimming at the beach or walking in sand.

I'm a little bit nutty, huh?

[mysteena.livejournal.com]

I'm a little bit nutty, huh? That's something we've all known for a while....lol!

Actually, all the kids seemed to love the peas. I dislike sandboxes for many reasons, some of which you named. My only complaint with the peas is that when it was time to go, and the kids wouldn't get out, and I had to step into grab Josh, stepping on the peas was like stepping on marbles. I slid and slipped until I finally found my footing again! It was like I was one of the three stooges!