It was just a year ago that I started my new strawberry bed.
Just one year ago that I hauled all that smelled chicken poo in the wheelbarrow across the farm yard and tilled it all in with my handy -dandy Mantis Tiller (the wonder machine).
Just one year ago that I planted over 70 strawberry plants. Yes – 70.
I had such high hopes.
Then it rained. And rained. And rained.
When the sun finally came out – the weeds grew and grew and grew.
About mid-July I gave up. I had green beans by the bucketful to take care of, county fair, company coming and a VBS to plan. I had no time to spend in a strawberry bed.
I didn’t even look at the patch again until last week.
I got on my hands and knees and started digging out weeds. I had some of the kids help me and turned it into a hide and seek game. In all – we discovered 8 strawberry plants.
Yes – eight.
I’m not so good at math – but it seems to me that adds up to over 60 plants that didn’t make it.
Let’s see now. There’s seven people in my family and eight strawberry plants. If each plant produces 3 berries this season we can all have about 3-1/3 berries.
So much for strawberry shortcake, strawberry preserves, and strawberry pie.
But I’m not giving up! My friend Dorothy offered me as many strawberry plants as I wanted and I intend to take her up on that.
I’ll replant and mulch well and wait another year.
Yep – I’m sure I needed that exercise anyway!
Now where’s that wheelbarrow…