Seems like nothing signals summer better than berry picking. And it hits you, the heavy sweet scent of strawberries as soon as you get out of the car. Claudine is always more interested in picking flowers than she is fruit and our baskets always inevitably get littered with small blossoms and the random wildflower or weed, you know, “for decoration”. These strawberries went into a strawberry rhubarb pie that we brought to a school picnic the next day. Speaking of, today is the official last day of school for NYC public schools. If last year was any indication, Mia will come home awash in mixed emotions. Seems like she takes after me.