The Harvest

As many of you have probably read, one of the things I want to learn about is gardening. I figure now that we have a house and a yard (sort of), we can be more self sufficient and start growing our own food. For mothers day, I got 15 (yes, that's FIFTEEN) strawberry plants, which we divided into three large pots in the front of our house. Before you say anything, YES, I know that strawberries multiply. My hope is that one day the pots will be overflowing with beautiful greenery, and a few strawberries to boot. Functional and beautiful, right? Does that count as multitasking? Also, I figured with fifteen plants the chances that I would kill all of them are slim. Anyway, the other day I went out to water my strawberries, and...wait a minute...

...is that RED is see?

Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the world's tiniest strawberries -

By the way, that is Taz's hand holding the strawberries. Our first strawberry harvest produced four teeny tiny strawberries. I have no idea what I did wrong to make them so tiny. I swear the plants I bought said "JUMBO." Oh, well. We made a big deal out of our harvest and tried to make it fun for the kids. We picked the strawberries, took them inside, washed them and ate them.


They actually weren't too bad. At least they tasted like strawberries. Remember earlier when I talked about being more self-sufficient? Perhaps I'll save that goal for next year. I think that if we relied on ourselves and our lack of experience to grow our food...we would starve...or maybe I'd finally lose that 10 lbs...hmmmmmm