So, I think I said at one point that my favorite thing to do on a Saturday morning was bake. I might have been wrong. Saturday mornings may indeed be made for strawberry picking. Especially Saturday mornings like this one: cloudy and dewy. This means, a.) it is not too hot, nor is the sun beating down on you and turning your skin as red as the strawberries you are seeking, and b.) the plants are wet, which is both cooling and just plain fun. For some reason, I think sifting through slightly wet leaves for the perfect berry is way more fun than plain old dry ones. You may disagree. Who knows.