There’s a great farm in Brighton called Berry Patch Farms where we took the girls to pick strawberries. There are rows and rows and rows of berries. They were beautifully red, and ripe, and ready to be picked and tasted. 

We rode a tractor pulled wagon out to the fields and got busy picking berries. The girls LOVED it. They were very serious about finding the most interesting shaped berries, the biggest berries, the smallest berries, the reddest berries, and they were on a mission for delicious berries. My girls are not always the most….well, how shall I say this…outdoorsy? They can be a bit….well, prissy. And there are typically tears when they get dirty. I was worried about this outing. Like many other adventures with my gals, they surprised me and did great and are already asking to return. 

I do believe there were more berries in their bellies than in their baskets!