It's strawberry season.
We have 12 beds of strawberries: two rectangular beds of ever-bearing, and ten large tires of June-bearing.
For weeks, we've been eagerly waiting for these little vitamin C bombs to ripen. For the past several days, we've been teased with the occasional red one.
I thought I was going to have to net the strawberry beds when I started seeing half-eaten berries on the ground once in awhile.
Last year, our strawberry crop was decimated by hundreds of industrious chipmunks.
This year I literally haven't seen any chipmunks in the strawberries. There are a few around, but not enough to worry about. Chipmunk populations, it appears, fluctuate.
The culprit berry-eaters, as it turns out, are the chickens, who manage to slip into the garden once in awhile. So far they're not being too greedy, so I won't worry about netting since I can do so any time.
The weather and temperatures have been whiplashing around in typical spring fashion, but now we're in for a hot spell...
...so last night I told Younger Daughter we should go pick strawberries very early, before it got too hot.
Like spring rubies, eh?
We ended up with 5.75 lbs.
I've decided to start a tally to determine how much we harvest over the season.
Lihn enjoyed her share...
...and I hulled and froze the rest. This is just the beginning of the wonderful strawberry bounty. Love our garden!