Yesterday I picked the first ripe strawberries from my garden… all two of them! There were ants eating the biggest one, but they’d only chewed a small hole in its side, so it was salvageable.
I have to admit, I was very excited when I saw these bright red strawberries ready to be picked. I came inside and called the kids to come and each try one of our first garden fruits. Jada was all too happy to sample the goods. Titus didn’t care for any, so I ate his.
They were SO GOOD! Maybe the flavor was exceptional to us because of all of the hard work we put into growing it, but I’m pretty confident anyone would have agreed with us. They were so sweet, and dripping juicy. I should have taken a picture of Jada savoring her single strawberry, red fluids drizzling down her chin.
It looks like all of this rain hasn’t been so good for the berries. I’m hoping that they produce more soon. I’m sure there won’t be enough for any canning this season. We will probably end up visiting a strawberry farm to pick some for preserving.
That strawberry was the very first thing that I’ve ever grown myself and eaten. Very rewarding. I can’t wait to enjoy more of them! I’m thinking next year I will expand my strawberry patch, which should be easy to do with the runners these plants will send off.