As Doug's siblings will quickly point out, this is not your traditional Oregon strawberry picking experience. For starters, there were no berry fights. But you also did not have to get up at 5 am, didn't have to kneel down, there were no row bosses, and your punch cards did not show your $1 earnings from 7 hours of tedious, back-breaking labor. Instead, we relished in the beautiful strawberries -- and brought a whole bunch back. Our kids may also have a romanticized opinion of strawberry picking after a few minutes of choosing the best strawberries, which were then purchased by the parents.
The colors of the tea plantation and rolling hillsides were quite impressive, and I would further doubt our kids understand the challenges of harvesting tea -- despite the rudimentary self-guided tour of the old factory.
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So even now Doug doesn't have to pick strawberries? Makes the kids do it?
For sure! Why would I steal all the fun?
Please note that I find the sudden rash of comments from Nzol to be highly suspicious. Methinks she saw my active commenting and is trying to compete.
Hmmmmmmmmm. Strawberry picking...... what wonderful memories. were the kids' hands permanently stained reddish black, or do you have to pick strawberries for 2 mo. straight for that to happen?
as for my comments...... It seems that I have commented on this blog from it's very birth. And who just got an account a week ago? hmmmmmmmmmmm. and who made more money strawberry picking because she didn't throw strawberries at Dusty Phillips????????
Yes, you can have your battles for most money for strawberry picking.
Somehow, I'll be content to sit out this one and ask, "Wouldn't true wisdom be found in avoiding picking strawberries?"
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