Strawberries are tough old things. It has been over 40 degrees a lot of days here but I decided to thin my strawberry patch and plant the discarded runners somewhere else. To tell the truth, I wasn’t too concerned if they lived or not, I was more interested in rejuvenating my strawberry bed and getting rid of as many cooch runners as I could. Once I’ve finished thinning, I will behead what’s left. It’s gruesome but my strawberry patch will love me for it.
Well, I forgot to water the ones I planted out but luckily a week or so later, we had our own personal town flood with 140 ml overnight just for us and no one else outside a ten kilometer radius. Gotta love this weather.
Those poor little transplanted strawberries which had brown crunchy leaves, started to produce new leaves in their centres et viola, I have a new strawberry patch in the outer garden. How good is that!
So now, instead of the punnet or two punnets of strawberries we have been getting every morning for the last couple of years from August to Christmas, we can look forward to lots, lots more.
Strawberries are magic!
