What would the strawberry season be in Troy, Ohio without picking some fresh strawberries. We ventured out to Fulton Farms to gather a bucket of berries and as usual, we probably ate more then we picked.
One of the first activities Kristy and I ever participated in together when we were first dating was strawberry picking. Of course that was in North Carolina and the berries were much larger. We hit the fields that day after working a young single adult service project at our good friend Norman Wells house. He was restoring a one room school house and we scrapped and painted some on the siding. Those were some fun times to be sure.
Now every year we have come here to Fulton Farms to carry on the tradition. I wonder if Missouri has strawberry patches?
This year Neleha had a new idea, she simply sat right down near a patch that was loaded with berries and just ate away. She sure loves strawberries.
I think Kristy did most of the picking seeing as how the rest of us did most of the eating.
Sticky fingers, good berries, and a wonderful time together, we are going to miss Fulton Farms and the Strawberry Festival indeed.
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