90-degree temperatures + Humidity + My frizzy hair + Memorial Day weekend = Summer is here!
And around these here parts, this weekend also marks strawberry festival time. Several farms that are only an hour or two-hour drive away have fresh strawberries for sale and all sorts of delicious straberry-flavored desserts for sale, in addition to pie-eating contests, music, and all that stuff you'd expect of a good festival. My husband and a couple of friends are going to a farm tomorrow that allows you to pick your own strawberries, and I can't wait!
Strawberries are my favorite fruit. The strawberry bed we started is progressing nicely. The netting around the bed has prevented birds and squirrels from nibbling on the budding fruit--so far--and I'm crossing my fingers that the berries grow into sweet delicious fruit.
We have two varieties: everbearing and Quinalt [I just realized, do the everbearing ones have a different name? I need to check the garden tag]. I had never seen pink strawberry blooms before, but apparently the everbearing blooms are pink--very cool! I like them even more now. In addition to several blooms, we have plants with actual berries growing on them. As much as I hope that our home-grown plants will produce berries for us, I know they won't be enough to satisfy my craving and that's part of the reason I'm going berry picking tomorrow. I plan to come home with enough strawberries to freeze to get me through part of fall, if I"m lucky. I'm not buying strawberries at the store anymore. They get mushy too quickly and rarely taste good. Those who live by eating only what's in season or locally grown know this already, and I know it too, but I think I have finally learned my lesson about throwing money away on store-bought berries. So tomorrow morning, it's all about the fresh-picked berries.
To my online friends who may be reading this, have a happy and safe Memorial Day weekend!