Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Of Planting Strawberries

Sunday was glorious here in the Ozarks.  It was a perfect Spring day from the moment the Sun crept over the horizon, gently nudging me awake, to his tender farewell amid balmy breezes.  The trees are wakening and one can almost feel the energy of them pulsing as buds swell and leaves push their way into the beckoning sunlight.  Dryad that I am, I spent a moment welcoming each one back from his or her long winter nap.
Lettuce, Spinach, and Kale for Spring Salads

Amid joyous birdsong and gentle breezes, it was impossible for me to keep still.  One hundred strawberry plants slumbered gently in my refrigerator, only needing the touch of soil, warmth of the Sun, and a drink of water to awaken and fan their frilly leaves at the bright blue sky.  I buzzed about finishing up my second Garden Barrel.  The first has long been planted with lettuce, chard, and spinach.  Yet these cool weather plants, happy even when frost still sprinkles it diamonds upon leaf and branch, are not as satisfying as strawberries who bear the anticipation of sweet summer delights.

It was late afternoon before the tiles were laid level and the barrel was filled with rich potting soil.  I brought out fifty plants and teased them gently apart.  Each plant was carefully trimmed, laid in its pocket, and tucked in as gently as a child at bedtime.  It doesn't look like much yet, but fifty-two strawberry plants will soon awaken to flirt with the World, sending siren songs to bees with pure white blossoms and to me with crimson berries.

I have given them soil and water and worms, the Sun must do the rest.

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