The morning was warm and bright and it was the perfect time for her and her children to harvest the ripe fruits and fresh vegetables from their backyard. The smiling redhead was now carrying a large woven straw basket with her, as her grinning seven-year-old son and giggling five-year-old daughter followed her with smaller baskets of their own.
“Mommy, mommy, look at this!” loudly announced the sweet little lass with blond, wavy hair that was tied and braided with cute violet ribbons and pins. “My strawberry plants have a few ripe fruits now.”
The mommy gave a pretend gasp of delight that was totally believable to her children. “Oh, my goodness, baby. You’re right! They are finally ripe! Good girl!”
“But they look so small, Mom,” observed the big brother, who earned a pout from his younger sister.
“Oh, they may be tiny, my darling boy, but they are twice sweeter than the ones we buy at the grocery store. Come on, both of you try it.”