Strawberries for Sal

Really, it is Blueberries for Sal. And strawberries for Maggie and Will. But seriously, a few days ago I enjoyed my last piece of the sweet, sweet strawberry pie made from berries picked by Will, my mom and me during our time in Escanaba.


Now strawberry picking isn't hard, but at 8.75 months pregnant, was a tad awkward - all that scooting along in the dirt and trying not to squish the not-yet-ripe berries. Not to mention resisting the temptation to eat every single one.


Good thing I had Grandma Betty and Will with me to pick the berries.

And Will to carry the booty.


We cleaned three flats of berries, made and took back to Milford 6 pints of jam, and enjoyed some serious pies at the Escanaba shower.

I only wish strawberry season lasted all summer. (It would help my enlargement.)