Elise the berry hunter

That didn't take long.
We weren't in the strawberry fields for five minutes and Elise had figured out how to peek under the leaves to find the berries, which she promptly ripped from the stem and shoved in her mouth, one after another, bright red strawberry juice running down her chin and arms.

We made our annual trek to Afton Apple for strawberries last weekend with friends Dan and Erin and daughter Avery. (The spring berry trip serves as an unofficial kick-off to summer; the fall apple trip is an integral part of the preparations for another long winter.)
Of course, Elise didn't really understand what we were doing, other than picking fruit for her to take from our cardboard tray and eat. (Let's hope they take into account such activity when they set the price per pound.)
You know what Elise didn't like? Getting cut off. When you start tallying the amount of berries a 15-month-old eats as a percentage of her weight, it's probably time for a break.

We'll be back, and next time we might make Elise pick one to bring home for every three she eats.
Meantime, Anni used some of the berries we picked to make a fresh strawberry pie. We cut into it on Sunday, which was Anni's birthday. Might be the best strawberry pie I've ever had.