When the strawberries began to ripen, I just had to pick them and let them finish ripening in my kitchen window. I was amazed that they still surpassed store bought in flavor and fragrance. Then I moved to Goshen, and it's been a new experience in being outsmarted every year, regarding my attempt at a strawberry bed. This year, by the grace of our Creator, I have a special little tucked away spot that the chickens don't know about and goats can't reach, and I have two cats that love the orchard and their presence serves as a real deterent to birds and traveling turtles. I feel blessed!
I didn't realize this new strawberry bed would be productive at all this year, but so far I've picked a dozen strawberries. That's where the visionary part comes in. As I planted each of those little bedding starts, I pictured them spreading out and becoming a full fledged strawberry bed that would provide enough for preserves and a couple pies a year. A dozen might not seem like much, but it's 1200% more than I expected! And, so far, no buddy is beating me to them.
This is a homestead harvest berry, and I thought setting it next to the measuring cup would give a perspective. I'm excited! I couldn't believe the fragrance of a vine ripened organic strawberry.