Another Failed Attempt at Strawberry Tea

I have this delightful vision in my head of going to pick fresh strawberries and coming home and having a quaint little strawberry-themed tea party with my daughter. It's one of those lovely motherhood fantasies where everyone is dressed in frilly white dresses and the whole scene has a surreal misty hue to it. Why don't I just give up and face reality?

This morning we headed to the strawberry farm again with my extra daughter in tow. She belongs to my friend, Annika, but we sort of trade daughters back and forth so we're used to having her around a lot. Next thing you know she'll be asking for allowance or something. By the way, my daughter's shirt says "Muckdogs" which was the name of her brother's baseball team many moons ago. Just thought I'd clarify that in case there was any confusion.

We started out well. The strawberries were better than last week, less hail damage and the price had gone up to prove it. I had about a fourth of my first basket filled when I reached for a plump luscious red strawberry that I just had to have and felt a razor sharp something pierce my finger. I don't know what stung me, but I think the stinger was about an inch long or at least it felt that way. OUCH! I went to the head shed and got some alcohol and baking soda put on it and triple bandaids. As it turns out I'm the first person in all these years to ever be stung in their strawberry fields. That's a distinction I could have lived without thank you!

We finished up and took our bounty to the paying place. What a surprise when we rounded the corner and came face to face with our homeschool support group who had just arrived for a strawberry picking field trip. Oh yeah, I suddenly remembered something about an email about a strawberry picking trip. Talk about embarrassment. They were all looking at us like we were totally antisocial and I must admit we probably looked pretty antisocial at the moment considering we had come early, picked big, and totally missed the whole field trip "social" experience. They're good people, they'll forgive us. Plus, they know how scatterbrained I can be at times.

As we were driving home I said, "Hey girls, when we get home I'm going to prepare a lovely strawberry themed tea for lunch." They said, "We'd really rather just eat pizza rolls." So much for my strawberry tea!

These are the drama queens playing dress up and trying to look sophisticated.

The explanation of these photos is that they are starring in a soap opera. The blonde on the left killed her husband, but no one knows she did it so she's pretending to grieve at his funeral. Only her dearest friend on the right knows the true secret and she'll never tell...at least not until...soap opera cliffhanger. This, folks, is what happens when you homeschool and carefully shield your children from evil worldly influences!