Tuesday, April 19, 2011


This weeks prompt:  Give me a memory of the color red. Do not write the word 'red' but use words that engender the color red when you hear them. For example: a ruby, a tomato, fire, blood.  
Concrit is welcomed!

"Mom are we there yet?"  I hate being in the car, especially with my sister trying to climb all over me.

Grandma looks back and smiles, "We will be there soon, Amy."

I respond with a frown and whiny eyes.  She turns back around, throwing her arm back threw the open window.  My mom checks out the situation in the backseat in the rear view mirror.

"Kim, stop bugging your sister.  She's only 3 Amy, give here a little bit of a break."

I glare at Kim.  Why do I have a dumb 3 year old sister.  I am 7 can't she just leave me alone?

I feel the car turning and look out the open window.  The wind hits my face and blows my sticky hair off my neck.   We follow the strawberry pictures to the picking entrance.  I get excited.  This is my favorite thing to do once school gets out.

I jump out of the car and start running towards the little green shed.  Mom, Grandma and Kim finally catch up and grab some bins.  Well, Mom and Grandma grab bins, Kim and I grab strawberries.

We run into the patch, breathing in the sweet fresh picked smell.  I start grabbing berries and shoving them into my mouth as fast as possible, spitting out the stem if it makes its way in. 

I turn and look at Kim.  She smiles a juicy smile and turns back to the vine.

"Girls, you're supposed to be picking."  Grandma reminds us.  "How are we ever going to have enough to fill all these bins?"

I grab a bin and throw a couple of berries in.  Then I eat 6 or 7.  That's just the way its going to have to  be. 

I save the huge, ripe berries for the bin and eat the mostly green ones.  I love the tartness of them.  They make my face pucker, but I keep going, keep puckering. 

It's starting to cool down as the sun starts lowering.  I haven't looked up in a long time.  Just pick and eat, pick and eat. 

I see the bins piled high circling Mom and Grandma.  Kim has laid down in the middle of the patch in a strawberry haze.  The evidence is surrounding her mouth and covering her hands and clothes. 

I don't look much different, except I'm not laying in the dirt.

Mom calls out, "Amy, time to go.  Start heading to the car."

I stand up, stretch my achy back and head out.  I look at the overflowing bins in amazement.

How are they all going to fit in our little car? 


  1. Adorable blog!
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  2. Narragansett No. 7April 19, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    I loved strawberry picking in June! That day rang in the summer, didn't it? I like your description of that child-frenzy that comes with a trip to the strawberry patch. The anticipation and the annoying sister/hot car ride were great.

  3. loved your descriptiveness of family togetherness as well as the berry picking :)

  4. mmmm! I LOVE strawberries! They = summer to me!

  5. Now I want some strawberries. We have a strawberry farm here, but I've never been. This sounds like something fun to take my kids to do. If they don't fight in the car on the way there. :)

  6. Mmmmm....strawberries. Nom nom nom. I love that this memory is so vivid and full of colour.

  7. Oh this makes me so ready for Summer!!!!

  8. Smiling as I read this. It reminded me of blueberry picking with my cousins. We always got in trouble for eating them, too! Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

  9. I really need to take my kids! I forgot how much fun it was until I wrote this post. Thanks for stopping by!

  10. Yes! Summer needs to show up now!!! Thanks for stopping by!

  11. Thanks! So glad you stopped by!

  12. I was thinking I need to take my kids too. They haven't been yet and its a must! Thanks for stopping by!

  13. Thanks! I can't wait until summer to take my kids, at least with the air conditioning on though :)

  14. Lots of fun. I can feel being a child again in this one. The details of your sister--annoying you and covered in dirt--really helped bring me back.

    Love the amazement--I too often wondered how things would get in the car.

  15. Okay. Yum. I want some now. Great prompt response.

  16. I loved this lady!

    The fun, the scent, the whining- I was right there with you!

    This part right here: "We run into the patch, breathing in the sweet fresh picked smell. I start grabbing berries and shoving them into my mouth as fast as possible, spitting out the stem if it makes its way in." is *exactly* the way that it should be!


  17. I could taste those strawberries and the the rebellion in you to eat and not pick. I loved this line: I save the huge, ripe berries for the bin and eat the mostly green ones. " I love the tartness of them. They make my face pucker, but I keep going, keep puckering. "

    awesome :)

  18. I still like the tart ones, but maybe not green anymore! Thanks so much for the comment!

  19. Lol the visual of a three year old drunk in strawberries made me laugh out loud.

  20. I didn't think about it like that! Ha Ha!

  21. I love the way you described every detail: the sights, the smells, the sounds. I was right there in the strawberry patch. My only concrit is that you had an "its" where there should have been an "it's". Love this piece!

  22. Strawberries are delicious and this post made me want to be in a field full of them.

  23. What a delicious story and a wonderful problem to have. My daughter gobbles down strawberries the exact same way.
    What fun!

    And now I'm doing my Happy Dance that the farmer's market is tomorrow and I can once again enjoy those delightful berries!

  24. I am glad you liked it! I always have issues with the it's/its. Better proof reading next time :) Thanks for stopping by!

  25. I wish the farmers market were open around here. They won't open probably until June. Michigan....

  26. I like the vision of two little girls covered in strawberry juice.

    One spell check error: " ...throwing her arm back *threw...", should be *through. I hate when spelling checkers make decisions for me.

  27. I totally missed that one! Thanks!!


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