Forty miles north of Los Angeles lies Underwood Family Farms, our destination for the day. We went to learn about how the farm works and to pick our own strawberries. The road trip took much less time than I anticipated meaning for once we arrived early. While we waited for the tour to begin, Spencer fearlessly climbed to the top of a tall stack of hay bales. When it was time for our tour, he listened patiently for about ten minutes to the description of the life cycle of fruits and vegetables before becoming interested in climbing atop the benches in the outdoor classroom.
At last it was time for the ride out to the strawberry fields. A tractor pulled our wagon along. Spencer enthusiastically picked the red strawberries from the plants, quickly filling his basket. The strawberries were the freshest and most flavorful I had ever tasted. There is something very satisfying about gathering your own food. It made me wish I had the patience to grow my own. Perhaps one day I will, starting with something small like an herb garden.
After a picnic lunch, we watched a presentation about the animals on the farm. Spencer loved petting the baby bunny and laughed delightedly at the lambs who jumped and ran around in circles. We skipped the last of the presentation and went to feed the goats through a long tube. Spencer's favorite experience may have been watching water from an elevated water tower running down descending gutters to a trough at Spencer's height. He dipped his hands in the water. When I finally was able to tear him away, we headed home with our prized strawberries, happy with our memories of our visit to the farm.
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