I haven’t mentioned my garden here yet. Frankly, I am afraid everything will not produce fruit or die. So, you will only hear about what I have attempted to grow if I am successful in producing food from it.
In that vein, I had my first harvest on Friday! Berries! They actually were already here when I moved here, all I had to do was keep the weeds away and watch them grow. (No seriously, I only watered them once, and I probably didn’t have to, I was just out there.)
I picked a crap ton of strawberries. I was surprised at how pretty they were. I expected any strawberries I grew to be all lumpy and weird, but mostly they were shiny and big and red and perfect.
It is a little early yet for the raspberries, but there were just a few ready so I could get a taste of what was to come.
(These lasted about 3 seconds after I took this picture.)
I have already sliced most of the strawberries up, or cut them up for J (who has had his fair shair already) and made biscuits for strawberry shortcake.
This is the first time I have ever grown my own food, and all I have to say is: Yum.