The 50 Mile Diet

Soon to be red

The strawberries are getting close. Year one: I had about 3 berries, all told. Year two: I had closer to 20 berries. This year? I’m in the hundreds! Hardly enough to can — but enough to walk through the garden and munch.

My farmer within is happy. She says, yes, you can grow something productive in that garden beside the never-dying chives. You can. My one happy little organic plant from Lakewinds has spread rapidly in the years, sending out new shoots under the autumn leaves when I’m not paying attention. It’s very cool.

Last year we planted 4 raspberry plants near the strawberry patch. Two died over the winter. If the rabbits don’t eat them down, I might see a berry or two by late summer. But I’m not feeling overly hopeful for them.

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