Our strawberry ‘patch’ has been providing us with the most delicious, juiciest berries since planting it several years ago. Becky was/is the caretaker of the strawberry patch.
We ate plenty of fresh berries; and I made the novel, one fresh strawberry pie complete with homemade crust every season. I also sliced and froze the mandatory surplus into family serving-sized containers. After the plants stopped producing, we knew we had our frozen stash to enjoy until the next strawberry season was back in full swing.
The cycle was flawless; that is until this past mild winter when all of our strawberry plants perished.
A decision had to be made; start anew or forego a strawberry crop altogether. Within seconds, we determined that a new crop would be planted. How can we be expected to endure store-bought berries?
With that decision, came another; Becky decided she wanted to plant the new berry patch in raised beds. So, both she and Glenn (grudgingly) constructed three raised beds. If the three beds worked, there was still enough room to add another 2-3 beds in future years.
Becky lovingly planted 30 plants. Becky gingerly spread grass clippings around each planting. Becky gently watered each plant. We wait.
And, by dusk, the cats benevolently used a part of the raised bed as their newly discovered litter box - ugh!
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