My strawberry plants
are producing well this year. I guess
having the three raised beds fully weeded, for once, at the start of the
growing season helped.
I pick the ripe berries
daily. It is a back-breaking task, but the result is well worth my personal
pain. We, Glenn and I, can just about eat these juicy and sweet strawberries as
fast as I can pick them. I do try to
skim a quart off occasionally to freeze for a future time. Yummy strawberry treats in the cold of
December…pure decadence.
I use to make a mean
strawberry shortcake, but of late, we have decided to forgo the cake (Why fill
up the stomach space on flour?) for an extra helping of fresh fruit slathered
in cream. After all, you got to eat these beauties when
they are just ripe - not hard, not white and not soft…perfectly firm and juicy.
This freshness does not last long once I pluck the strawberries from their
vines. We have to enjoy posthaste.
I am so glad that we
have an abundant strawberry crop as every one of our sweet cherries was devoured
by our resident birds. Not one of my
cherries passed through my lips for a second year in a row. So disappointing!
The birds have not
discovered the strawberries and I do plan to keep them a secret. Fortunately, the berries have an uncanny ability
to hide among their green leaves. As
carefully as I pick, I go back a second time and still find ripe berries that I
had overlooked on my first pass…incredible.
It is amazing to me
how this ‘real red’ fruit can hide, but hide it does - thank goodness.
I do not feel like I
need to share all my harvest with my feathered friends. The cherries are enough of a sacrifice on my
part.
Though, next year, I
do plan to place a scarecrow in the orchard. I want some of those sweet cherries, too!
Now... I am off for another bowlful of berries and cream - yummy!
Now... I am off for another bowlful of berries and cream - yummy!
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