June is the start of the exciting part of the eating local season. And it teaches patience along the way. Since there’s been a complete lack of rain for so many weeks (driest May here since 1934, I think I heard), I have been watering with my hose nearly daily. Strawberries need rain.
They are finally pinking up. This berry looked close yesterday. Just about ready to pop off the plant and into my mouth. Even with the hundreds of berries in my garden, I don’t think there are enough to do anything except “weed and eat.” But patience means waiting until it’s more than pink.
I called my favorite local Waconia strawberry picking patch and she said only a couple of her berries were pink but to check back next week. Strawberry picking is pretty fun. I like to go when it’s quiet early in the morning.
Update: it turned red. And just a little sweet. Should’ve waited.
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