Strawberries and Bees

An adventure is not as memorable without some catastrophe, right?  Julia, her 3 boys, Tate, Chase and I all headed out about 10:30 Thursday morning for Berry Patch Farms, which is a small farm out in Brighton, CO where you can pick your own veggies and strawberries. We get there, see the fantastically large pet big in the yard, sword-like sticks, feather-footed chickens…great stuff! Then someone disturbs a group of bees and the fun begins! The boys were so loud with excitement about just being there and together that it took me a few seconds to realize the excitement had turned to shrieks of pain! Bees were swarming and stinging them all (except Chase, who was casually observing from the sidelines).

We finally get away from the buzzing creatures and the farm owners come running out to help…”aftersting” medicine and ice packs in hand. Luckily the bees were honey bees, which apparently don’t sting quite as bad as other varieties. The boys howled and whined and then the owners gave them each a treat from their store (freeze-dried fruit) and they were miraculously healed! Not another  word was said about the bees.

So we started picking our strawberries at noon (AKA eatin’ time), so no one really lasted that long. That is OK, there weren’t too many strawberries to pick anyway. We ate our lunch with the ready-for-bacon-makin’ pig and chickens hanging around the benches and then drove home…a little tired and sun-beaten, but happy nonetheless. Ahhhaaa….adventures with the boys!