|The frankenberries (with a T-Rex for scale)|
Here are our strawberries. My friend Dorothea gave us a box of plants last summer that were going to be discarded. I planted them in one of our raised beds. Many of them withered away or were eaten by the chickens, but some of them hung on. I kept watering the survivors and earlier this spring they got a drink of fish emulsion. They liked that.
And now - tah-dah! - we have fruit.
We've only had a few handfuls of the small, thimble-sized berries, but what they lack in size, they make up for by shouting STRAWBERRY!!! to our taste buds in a very sprightly way when we bite down on them. Not to brag or anything, but just one of our tiny berries has more flavor in it than a whole box of the gargantuan store-bought ones.
Oh, all right -- I am bragging.