The strawberries are gorgeous this year. We didn't have to move very far along the row to pick two full baskets. R had a bit of an intermission while the farm dog, a chocolate lab named Topper, persisted in smothering him with kisses.
Back at home I got out my mixing bowls and whipped up a pound cake so we could have a yummy dessert. Piling the whipped cream on top of the berries and cake I thought about taking a picture but that would have meant a case of dessertus interruptus.