I've been sentimental with my strawberry pickin' pictures before, so I won't go there this year.
But as is tradition, we packed up a carload (the babies, BobBob, Aunt CaCa, Houston, JoJo, and I) and took off to the strawberry fields last week.
It was the end of the season, so the berries weren't as good as they've been in the past, but we picked plenty for eating, and plenty for making jelly and freezing for smoothies later in the year.
And from the youngest (15 months) to the oldest (80 1/2 years), we picked until our hearts were content.
And then we picked a little more, just to savor the afternoon that makes up our yearly tradition.