Dear Zach,
We trekked up to Ipswich today for the annual Strawberry Festival. After checking out all the animals and feeding some ducks we took your first hayride out the the strawberry fields. We were told several times not to eat the fruit until after we paid. But really, how could we take it away from you? You had fun walking up and down the rows of berries and helping Daddy pick the nice big ones.
Do you think they knew you snuck a few strawberries before we paid?
Love,
Mom
