pick me, pick me!

so we went to vremščica to pick some wild strawberries and first thought well, maybe we are on the wrong side of the hill. but then suddenly, sent by jesus christ himself, i guess, a young farmer in a tractor (was it john deer? or was it ferguson?) appeared and said just continue for another few meters and turn left. and really - there they were, lots of them, every single one screaming like dori in finding nemo PICK ME, PICK ME! i tried realy hard to fulfill their wish, even though crt and ronja, both more hunters than collectors inside, seemed a bit bored after an hour or so. anyway, today it was a feast and everyone got a share but I didn't take photo of Ronja's share as wild strawberries mixed with dog food didn't look very charming.