Spring had sprung, which meant that it was the perfect time to pick fresh fruit with your mother. She helped you to choose the best and ripest fruits until your basket was almost overflowing with strawberries

You trekked through the field, carrying the basket with both hands and barely seeing over the fruit pile. Alex chuckles and takes the handle.

“Here, honey. I’ll take this, wow.. I think we’ve got enough to make a few tarts now, how does that sound..?”