One happy customer sent this photo of freshly picked strawberries from The Farm.
I absolutely cannot wait to pick my own!
I don’t recall ever having strawberries on The Farm when I was a kid. But I have fond memories of going raspberry picking with my grandpa. We’d tuck our long pants in our socks, tied down with rubber bands to ward off chiggers. Even that didn’t always work. Those little critters are persistent. But it was worth every bug bite to fill our buckets with those perfectly sweet black and red raspberries.
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