The Pièce de résistance in my garden this year is the strawberries I planted in the oversize metal bucket my mom gave me a few years back. It's the first time I've planted strawberries. I find them to be a light-hearted, colorful addition to the crew of veggies and herbs I have kicking around.
In any case, I've been watching them like a stalker and I think I missed my first chance at their fruit - not sure if it was the squirrels who beat me to it. Today though, I got up close and personal in a private photo shoot. They make me so happy to watch - their colors are beautiful and their dimply skin so plump. When I planted them I envisioned on hell of a Strawberry Shortcake, something to the likes of Alicia Paulson's beautiful work, but sadly I don't think the "crop" will provide enough. For now I will have to take it in slow growth and enjoy one bite at a time.
