Portrait of a young boy as a troublemaker

Yesterday I had the privilege of being invited to my friend’s husband’s dedicated strawberry research farm lot at Cal Poly to pick strawberries with my kids. It had just rained three days prior; so many of the berries were lightly moist, and ripe. They felt warm and plump in the hand with none of that grocery store rubberiness. A vividly sweet fragrance swirled around us, punctuated by the sharp…