Saturday, January 30, 2010

Strawberry Patch

The kids are out of their teeny weeny trees this weekend.  Not surprisingly, what with school and all.  We've been in a cycle of run around like the demented fiends that they are, start fighting with your sister, scream, scream, scream some more, throw, hit or break something, allow yourself to be ushered off to watch TV by your fraught parent.  Well, okay, by their fraught father.  It being the "I'm feeling stabby," day of the month, hubby chose to relegate me to the front garden.  Yes,  he has this being married to a woman business down to a fine art.

To indulge my burning desire to chop and hack things, I tidied up the strawberry patch, under the watchful eye of my site supervisor, Pepper.  She is now fifteen and well experienced at these things.

The patch is in too hot a spot (but at the time of planting I didn't have much choice in location).  So most of the strawbs get roasted off when the temperature is above 35.  The possums help themselves to the rest.  Sigh.

But, rather to my surprise, the Chandler* strawberries - which are the most awesome strawberryish strawberries I have ever tasted - have produced runners (little baby strawberry plants) all over the place.  So I spent the rest of the morning planting them along the edges of the paths.  I ended up with 57 runners (yes I counted them. Why? What are you saying??)
I admit some are looking rather unhappy, and given that a few of the runners had practically no roots I'm expecting quite a few casualties.  But still.  Even if half of them survive there's going to be lots and lots of fabulous strawberries next spring. Rather chuffed about that actually.

*You can get Chandler strawberries from Diggers - they're an heirloom strawberry and not usually available in nurseries.  In the strawberry bed I also planted some nursery available strawbs (after a slight snail catastrophe killed off  thirteen of my twenty Chandlers - yes I counted and yes I still remember).  The nursery strawberries are not as strawberry tasting, and less sweet, and have been much, much less prolific in the amount of berries they've produced. The only other type to produce runners were the Tiogas - and these had tiny roots - I've planted them out but don't hold much hope.

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Being Me said...

I'm sorry... I am sure you wrote something delightfully entertaining (as usual)... but I cannot get past the fact that your cat's name is Pepper.

I have a 15yo Pepper too (our dog). Oh moy gaw. Too weird!

Caitlyn Nicholas said...

Woah, coincidence :)

Kellyansapansa said...

What a beautiful cat. Sorry, not a fan of strawberries, but I do appreciate the effort it takes to grow them right!

Quixotic said...

Until the Patch ran itself out, my dog's duties were extended to include chasing the possums and birds etc, away from the Strawberry Patch, all the while remembering he is not allowed to actually set foot (paw) on such patch. There is a reason Labs are used for Guide Dogs, not one strawb was lost to possum or paw. What a guy!!!

Caitlyn Nicholas said...

Lol Kel, Peps says thanks :)

What an amazing dog Quixotic. I love labs. As the possums are bigger than our dog we have no such luck.

Caz said...

yummo - love fresh strawberries. Must grow some next year. What a wise hubby you have. I've been suffering the same fate today - but alas no strawberries to chop!!!

life and the memoirs said...

Nothing bets the total escape of spending time in the garden! It is magical, I love it! I've never attempted to grow strawberries, maybe one day...

livemorenow said...

"feeling stabby" - love the phrase that captures the moment and angst. Your hubby is good to give you space when you need it. Love your stories and sending good karma to your strawbs.

greenfumb said...

Good Lord, your Hubby deserves a Knighthood. Mercifully I have been treated to the early demise of stabby days courtesy of some pretty nasty chemicals. Just as well as my hubby was nowhere near as accommodating.

Mind you I did spend 8 hours in the garden today avoiding him because otherwise I may have had to bury him under the chook house.

Suzanne Brandyn said...

Strawberries, just love them. I have a few plants in, but not to the extent you have.

It supposed to be good therapy working in the garden. Perhaps I should do more. :)

Suz :)

life and the memoirs said...

Nothing bets the total escape of spending time in the garden! It is magical, I love it! I've never attempted to grow strawberries, maybe one day...