yay! do it! my dad has a huge-normous garden, and growing up, round about the third week of june, we’d spend it out in the strawberry patch, which took up roughly one third of the garden at that time. we weren’t allowed to go camping for the summer until we each picked a flat of strawberries to give to all of the neighbors :-D it was the best fun. the biggest reward was making jam, or just eating the berries plain. sometimes i think we got more in our mouths than we did into the quarts. :-D