And then we moved into the water gun portion of our cherry picking day.
Because that’s the logical next step, right?
The pink, pig-tailed girls got him.
Close range increases accuracy.
So much so that tears and loud protests are soon to follow.
Then a quick cooling down under the misters.
Before we paid for our bagful of cherries and headed out.
But then we decided to stop at another cherry farm just down the road because while the first farm was very kid friendly with its trees low enough for even Jonah to pick from, its red wagons, and its large open area perfect for water gun fights, it didn’t have very sweet tasting cherries (a lady from another group told me they needed another week or two to ripen). So, we stopped to see if the second farm would yield sweeter results.
And that proved to be a great decision as the cherries were DELICIOUS.
The downside was that poor Phil looked like this for much of the time we were there- arm reached up to pull a higher branch down lower and a heavy kid perched on his shoulders trying to pluck off the cherries.
This is about when this boy noticed I was straying a bit from the group.
So he came running to herd me back as any good border collie would do.
This right here is love.
Because Daddy wasn’t going to make Jonah miss his turn sitting on his shoulders head.
Even though Jonah had a very ripe poop smushed in his diaper at the time.
Cute picture. Except for the freaky face lurking in the trees back there.
All in all, I’d say our second go at fruit picking was a rousing success. So much so that we’d maybe even give strawberry picking another go. Maaaaaaybe.
