After ripping out the carpets and associated hardware, my back begged for a bit of recovery. So I went outside and pulled weeds in our berry patch. And lo, we discovered berries.

And my goodness, they are perhaps the sweetest strawberries I’ve ever tasted (and I grew up amidst miles and miles of strawberry fields, mind you). They are tiny and strangely shaped, but sweet and juicy.

After gorging ourselves on as many ripe berries as we could find (I think we got two each… I might have sneaked a third and not told anyone about it…) the kids took a nap at the same time. (By the way, that is Olga’s new rug from Ikea, a trip of which I shall tell in detail later, as it deserves its own post.)