I looked up from picking my first handful of strawberries and glanced over at Sammy… her face was already completely stained with red juice, her chin dripped onto her overalls, and the over flow of juice in her hands was running down towards her elbows. She was crouched down next to a bush pounding every strawberry she saw- red ones, not yet ripe white ones, dirty ones that fell of the bush… stems and all!
We had so much fun at Marini Farms Strawberry Festival (just up on the North Shore of Boston) and will definitely be going back. We ate strawberries all afternoon till our bellies hurt. I think we washed Sammy down at least 5 times from almost head to toe.
And Sammy loved their huge bouncing pillow- its ginormous and I have never seen anything like it, blow up castles, old fashioned duck racing, gigantic bubbles…we didn’t even get to the face painting, slides, oh and they had animals too… crazy goats that scaled the fences trying to eat everything in site. I have heard that their strawberry deserts are a definite must… but we were just stuffed.