Chicken Mama has a date every Saturday with three munchkins that she wouldn't give up for the world.
A dear friend of hers was diagnosed with terminal cancer shortly after she gave birth to twins, siblings to their then four year old big sister. It was an awful time and our whole community rallied to provide as much help and support to the family as possible.
For the first two years of the twins' lives, they were cared for by their loving aunt (who had a large family of her own) and Chicken Mama.
So you can imagine Chicken Mama has a special place in her heart for the now three year old twins and their seven year old sister.
The gang came to pick strawberries yesterday. More berries went into their bellies (s'magine that) than baskets and a good time was had by all.
Big sister brought her own basket . . . and FILLED IT!
Hey, why are there no berries IN the baskets??
"Look at this big one!"
Little Brother was a serious picker!
She exclaimed to Chicken Mama, "Look how big this is!" and, smoosh, it went into her wee mouth.
I told Chicken Mama this picture looks as if I had hired a group of itinerant workers to pick my berries.
Red lips, red fingers, red drips down shirt fronts, full bellies . . . even a few intact strawberries went out the driveway with them.