Petra was most insistent that we should go pick strawberries this spring. We didn’t do it last year, because I was not physically up for anything, so I really wanted to do it.
It was a series of failures. First the field that we used to go to was closed. Then another one told us that they only did it by appointment. The next we tried was picked out for the season. It’s been a bad year for strawberries, everyone was shutting down early.
And when I finally found one that was open and had berries, I forgot my wallet and we had to go home to get it!
Petra maintained a surprisingly good temper through the whole thing. I have no idea why–she was definitely disappointed over and over again.
But the sweetness of the berries fresh from the field was enough to take away any remaining disappointment.