07-01-2015 Journal–Strawberry Picking!   Leave a comment

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Even though it’s been raining off and on for a week we here in Maine must make the best of it.  It’s always been my policy that if I don’t have to shovel it, I’ll just sit back, relax, and enjoy it. 

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My better-half arrived home from work all excited about something.  I was then coerced into changing clothes and rushing out the door with a promise of a free meal at a restaurant later in the day.  I really didn’t feel  much like going out but if I can scrounge a free meal, what the hell.  We were on our way to meet with her daughter and grandsons to pick strawberries.  Control yourself, it’s not as exciting as it sounds.  This is one of those summer time activities that seem to be mandatory here in Maine. We also have apple picking, blueberry picking, and occasionally nose picking.

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My better-half the bargain hunter attempted to explain to me just how much money we’d be saving rather than buying the berries from a food store.  Instead of paying $3.00 a quart at a store we could spend our time driving to a distant farm (my car of course), picking the berries in our own little containers, and returning home. All of those thrills and we only had to pay $2.60 a quart.  On top of that we were being helped (I use this term loosely) by a two year old who ate more than he picked.  Yeah we saved money alright. . . . NOT.

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The farm was a little crowded and the skies were threatening rain again.  No sooner did we arrive when the daughter-in-law scooped up the kids and headed home.   I think she may have been way over her fun limit for the day. Since the primary reason for our outing was to see the kids we were left with nothing to do but pick berries.  For me that was a Lose-Lose situation.

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We managed to pick three quarts of berries, paid the money-saving price and escaped just as the rain began. This jam the better-half will be making tomorrow had better be the best damn jam she’s ever made.  On top of everything else I was screwed out of my promised free meal.  You just can’t trust anyone these days I guess.

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