Ripe

The strawberries in Charleston are plump and red and sweet and ready to be picked right off the vine, so Owen, Bill, Boo, and I made our 2nd annual voyage out to Ambrose Farms to do just that.

Here's Owen with his empty bucket at the starting line:
Learning how to pick (last year, Owen just kept shoving strawberries in his mouth; this year, he was really into finding the best ones -- "Ooooooh THERE'S a good one," he'd say):
Showing off his pull (we got a little bit carried away...I think we've all turned a deeper shade of red from all the strawberries we've eaten in the last few days):
Two great shots that Mom took of Owen:
Maybe the last weekend just the three of us:
And speaking of ripe...here's me on my due date (April 5):
We're ready when you are, baby!