Ripe for the Picking

We are eagerly awaiting a beach getaway this coming weekend with cousins who are visiting Florida. We look forward to cool ocean breezes and the feel of sand between our toes. But yesterday, oh man, we had a quick getaway of a different kind. We headed to the land of former Florida Crackers. It is a place where you can have a "staring" contest with a rather large cow.



It's a place where you can still pick your own strawberries.









As an added bonus, you can pick your own tomatoes as well. My last memory of picking tomatoes was back in 1984 when I traveled to New Orleans with my best friend's family. We filled up multiple crates of tomatoes and transported them back to Houston for her mom to use in canning.



I hope yesterday will become a fond memory for my own kids.





Next post, there are more fruits for the picking. I smell citrus.