Of course before any berries could go in the bucket, there was some sampling to be done.
The berries met with the approval of all three boys.
Finally they got down to work. They were competitive this year. Each one wanted to be the one to pick the most berries.
Hard at work.
Hard at work? Or just stuffing the face?
That night, I made lemon pound cake, and we all stuffed ourselves silly after dinner.