Strawberries.

May 31, West Friendship.

Fans of the circus brought us lunch today, we ate under the big top, there were local strawberries, Dylan would go and fill his plate, signaling for us to wait, finger and eyebrows raised, he would climb up the bench, slide past the sugar-drenched cakes and pick the strawberries carefully, and come back holding the plate with both hands, then eat them all (after we sucked them clean, I'm always leery of pesticides) and repeat the operation.
It made up for the not-so-nice lot.