McLeod Farms in McBee, SC
Try saying that 3 times fast. 😀
Trust me, I’m NOT crazy! Our school district is in the home stretch and next week is the last week of school. So, the first graders at Kid Flash’s school went on a field trip today to McLeod Farms in McBee, SC. Never heard of it? It’s on the way to Myrtle Beach, so it’s a popular pit stop in these parts. Since I am a classroom volunteer (and Kid Flash loves his mama to pieces) I took the day off to join fifty first graders (52 to be exact) on their end of year field trip to a farm.
We started out early this morning to embark on the 45 mile (one way) journey to what some would call the middle of nowhere. On the way, I
● read a few pages of a new book I’m reading,
● counseled 2 little girls whose feelings had been hurt by their (used to be right before we got on the bus) friends,
● heard 2 funny jokes from Kid Flash’s friend
1. Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom? Because the “pee” is silent.
2. What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef.
● learned a new hand clapping game
● reprimanded some “mean girls” – Did I mention that I am glad I don’t have to raise girls? We can be so mean sometimes.
Next, we arrived safe and sound. The crying had stopped, the jokes had run out and everyone was excited to continue our fun-filled Friday. We headed to the green and white tent to listen to a book about a mouse picking a strawberry and to get our instructions about how to pick our own strawberries.
We even got to taste our own, personal strawberry. So sweet!
Then came the best part – homemade strawberry ice cream…for breakfast! It was de-lish-ous!
Finally, what we’d all been waiting for. Time to head out to the strawberry patch to pick our own strawberries.
After we washed our hands, they let us loose. It was on and poppin’! Picking strawberries takes patience and a keen eye. It’s not always about what you can see at first glance. After careful, delicate picking I walked away with this:
After (only 6 bucks)
Who wants out-of-season strawberries from the grocery store that have been frozen or refrigerated and shipped across country when you can pick your own ripe, juicy strawberries from a locally-owned farm?
Now, it’s lunch time. And, no you can’t eat your strawberries yet. They have to be washed first.
What a great time we all had today! And, I’m still alive to tell you all about it. As we make our way back and I pen this post, Kid Flash and many of his schoolmates have fallen asleep, unable to fight off the exhaustion that has crept up on them.
Safe at home and time to enjoy some fresh strawberries and vanilla ice cream.
I hope you enjoyed sharing in my adventure and reading about how I survived “Fun With Fifty First Graders on a Field Trip to a Farm”! As working moms we can never fail to realize how important our presence is at school and school events. Our kids remember these moments more than anything we could ever buy them.
How do you share in your child’s educational experience?
Until next time-
So I will very gladly spend for you everything I have and expend myself as well. If I love you more, will you love me less? (2 Corinthians 12:15 NIV)