our everyday

strawberry picking

Country life. I grew up in upstate NY where the dairy farms are a plenty, and I was submerged in country life. I have memories of fields being sprayed with manure (yes, it smelled foul), cows escaping their fences, ice cream stands that gave you the best heaped cones of goodness for cheap, acreage to explore and neighbors that lived a bike ride away. 

When I married Jonah we started our life together near Atlanta. And we lived in the suburbs. A big adjustment from my country days. And I was okay with that!  It was exciting to build a life with Jonah (and still is!).

But as the years have gone by and we've added two little boys to our home, priorities have changed. Now I crave the open fields, and land to roam on. I look forward to having acreage to plant our own produce, and maybe even have some chickens. I love to be outdoors and I love letting our boys just be boys outside, in the dirt. 

So when we had two opportunities to pick strawberries this spring I was thrilled! I felt at home in the strawberry fields in a small way. Strawberries are a sentimental reminder to me of my late grandma. My grandparents had fields of berries that they harvested, and I remember driving with my mom and sisters to pick them. I wish I had paid more attention back then to what it took to actually grow them. I only remember the yummy berries themselves and the sweet strawberry jam my mom would make. I am so glad we were able to take our boys to do something I have childhood memories of. 

 

 at home in the country!

at home in the country!

its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living, northern ga
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living

Jonah loves strawberries. Shortcake, ice-cream, cobbler, whatever it may be. I love them too, but the taste of the strawberries in the stores are just not the same. I have told him this, probably every time we buy strawberries. Farm fresh berries are So Different. When we arrived at the fields and started picking I was almost afraid to bite into one because in my mind I had the memory of how sweet they had tasted from my grandparents farm. Would if I was wrong? 

its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living

Let me tell you. A warm sun ripened berry picked right of the vine is F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C. It really does not compare to the ones picked and shipped in the grocery store. It was a sweet (literally) reminder to me of berries from my childhood days. I'm so thankful we were able to let our boys experience this too. It was neat to see where they were grown!

its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living

Perhaps one day we will have a bigger patch of our own strawberries in our back yard. Right now we have a small 3'x2' patch that continues to spread each year. It was a great picking experience this year and I think we will head back next year. Or maybe we'll wait for blueberry season! 

its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living
its the everyday photography: strawberry picking and country living

snow day

In Georgia the weather is unpredictable. This winter especially. Christmas day it was in the 70's!  It has not been especially cold this year, so when the temps dropped in January it was a little surprising as I was kind of hoping that spring had sprung early (really REALLY early I suppose).

Today however when our two boys woke up they were so excited...well okay, we were so excited, to see the snow outside! I was hoping for a little snow this year and it was thrilling to see some snow, albeit only a couple inches dusting our yard. After pancakes, devotions and the 20 minute gathering and dressing of two little ones we headed outside! 

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We had been cooped up a bit indoors this week with a lot of rain and a lot of cold. I think we were all eager to get out and explore. I was just as thrilled as the boys to be outside in the fresh air. And the snow! So pretty. I thanked God this morning during my quiet time for making something so pure and beautiful. 

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On our walk today we brought along our trusty "sled". A makeshift sled that is actually a body board for the ocean. We have faithfully used this with any snow we've had here in GA and for reasons that I don't even know (okay we never seem to think of it when we SEE an occasional sled) we have not picked up a real sled. Okay so maybe this will be the year? 

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It doesn't really seem to matter to the boys who are light enough to be pulled along. Their giggles and squeals and Jonah's panting from running (ha, kidding Jonah) make it clear that their sled is most definitely a "real" sled to them. 

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I love wintery days like this when we can really earn our cup of hot cocoa after being outdoors. It makes me feel like we have a small part of the north with us without all the work that goes along with a full snowy winter. I'm thankful for our snow day, for these boys, for this man I get to lovingly call my husband and best friend. 

It's all melty out there now, but I'm so thankful for the memories and photos from the day.