Our strawberry patch. It is unbelievable this year. (Also a little scary.) And I can't figure out why.
The half of the patch that is "newest" is made up of plants that are four years old. The other half (and I've lost track here) is AT LEAST six years old, possibly more. I was truly-duly expecting this year to get a piddling-poor harvest with no one to blame but myself because I didn't put in new plants last year.
Well, all I can say is that the harvest this year is a wonderful gift from Mother Nature that we're enjoying to the utmost. (I'm just hoping I live through it.)
It took me about eight hours to pick yesterday. That was because it was 192 degrees out there (give or take a degree), and I had to continually stop and come in to resuscitate myself. Holy cow, I have (seriously) never sweat (whoops, I mean glistened) so much in my life. Hubby had to leave for about an hour and a half in late afternoon when I was finishing up, and he was actually hesitant to leave me broiling (I mean picking) out there.
Want to hear the really amazing thing? The harvest yesterday totaled (drum roll, please) 31 pounds and 14 ounces. That brings our to-date season total up to 98 pounds, 5 ounces. It took three hours last night to clean them all, and boy, am I glad that's done! I don't think I would have gotten out of bed this morning if I'd know I had that to face today.
I'm not positive but I think after I get through processing all of them today, I'll have our jam supply and frozen berries completely done. I've dehydrated berries three times now and don't think I want to do any more that way.
The patch hasn't begun to show signs of slowing down yet. We've given a lot away and will continue to do so but I'm thinking we may have to consider selling some to the restaurant we supplied veggies to two years ago. I'm sure they'd be happy to take as many as we have to offer. This might be the way to go 'cause I sure don't want to see any of the beauties go to waste.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
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