by julieg
17. June 2009 14:36
This spring I pulled out all of our strawberry plants that were all tangled amongst rooted runners. I decided that they were just too messy, too out of control and uncontrollable (how much am I revealing about myself, I wonder?) and so I transplanted some into pots and put them in a nice neat line against the shed. A few others I put in the boys’ raised beds - well, the same rules don’t apply to them - and the rest are dying in a bucket next to Lindsey and Stuart’s shed (I thought you said you wanted them!). Being the grand old age of two, they have produced masses of baby green strawberries which are gradually ripening into that beautiful strawberry red. Until that is the children went, mouths watering, to pick them only to find slug foot shaped hollows. Oh well, the supermarket has got them on sale at half price.