I squeezed myself into a large van filled with kindergarteners while the Beatles’ Strawberry Fields Forever steamrolled over my brain like a bad cliché. Our springtime excursion led us to a desolate parking lot beneath a highway overpass. As we made our way through a dusty brown field, I could see seafoam-colored tents in the distance.
Eventually we passed through the translucent tarp to scavenge raised plant beds for the ripest fruit. While I have had some students cry when I ask them to spell ‘strawberry’, this morning is filled with squeals of joy and excitement. “Look at those muscles!” I exclaimed every time a child won the battle against plant stems. As the children bobbed in and out of sight, I couldn’t help but enjoy a day spent outside the classroom- even if it was under a plastic canopy.