A Strawberry Mourning

On Saturday, we traveled to a nearby Orchard that has Strawberries in the May-June season.

I packed my camera.

I dressed my Mere in ared and white plaid dress with strawberries embroidered on the front I bought last summer on clearance for this summer. 

We traveled the 45 minutes from our home, with the kids super excited to pick strawberries right of the vine.

I took 100 photos of our adventure.

I took at least 75 AMAZING photos of our adventure. 

I know because I looked at them on the camera when driving home.

I looked at them again on my husband's laptop that evening.

I had photos of Mere pointing at strawberries....

Mere shoving a HUGE strawberry in her mouth...

Lucas with his little pint basket FULL of juicy, red goodness.

A photo of both the kids prancing around the strawberry rows playing chase.

I had photos of the scenery....

The peach trees...

Unfortunately, I opted not to upload them to his computer because I wanted them on MY computer.

And when I stuck my disk in to upload on Sunday, there were no photos. 

The files were supposedly corrupted! 

I cried.

and cried.

and cried some more.

 

You may not understand, but maybe you do.  You see how many photos I take. 

I cherish these photos greatly. 

Should my house ever be on fire, I am grabbing my computer, which happily stores all my photos.

(Okay, I do have an external hard drive, so I will be taking that too...

I also have back up CDs in a fireproof safe just in case)

Oh, I will grab my kids too, but that's a given.

So I apologize for the lack of photos of our fun.

Richard did run several "free" programs that supposedly bring back deleted photos on SD drives.

Nothing worked people.

Don't waste three hours of your afternoon trying.

This is the only photo we were able to salvage. 

Lucas keeps telling me he is sorry that I lost my pictures of the strawberry patch.  "We can go back and look for them this weekend Mommy!"

(He thinks I literally lost them AT the patch!)