Here we have an intact strawberry, full of hope and promise for a long ripening, and almost ready to give up its juicy sweetness to the humans who planted, watered, and cared for it:
This next one shows that I need to go into stealth mode with night vision goggles in order to witness the precise moment of ripening (before the birds wake-up and have a feast):
Finally, this last specimen has helped me to realize that maybe the farmer's market is a better option:
Hopefully I'll make it there early enough on Saturday before all the strawberries sell out.
2 comments:
No kidding. I gave them up for the exact same reason plus the zillion weeds that seem always to grow between the runners..... Farmers markets are the way to go. Plus I often find the Amish ladies bring home made pies for sale. How could I go wrong with that? :)
I agree, the farmer's market is so wonderful! A couple of weeks ago we found a handmade cedar birdhouse for only $10! Our local bluebirds have already made a home out of it. There are so many baked goods there--muffins, bread, mini pecan pies, and jam, cheese dip, honey...I love it!
I'm not quite ready to give up on the strawberries just yet! I always count the first year of trying to grow anything as a potential failure--it's the learning year. I think what I'm going to need to do is get a row cover for them (next year).
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