The plan was originally to go to the roadside stand (or roadside back-of-pickup, but I think 'stand' sounds a bit more elegant). Chance intervened, and that didn't work out for us.
Today, we went to our local pick-your-own strawberry patch. There were two moms, a four-year-old, two three-year-olds, and a one-year-old. And five buckets. It went relatively well, considering. My boy now knows to not stick his finger in a bunny's mouth. (He was bit hard enough to learn the lesson, but there was not a mark to be seen.)
I went to my friend's house and made syrup and jam while my three-year-old caused general mayhem.
It was a good day.
(Thanks, E., for the pictures!)