On Groundhog day, I like to garden, cutting back dead parts and clearing out anything that blew in, like seeds and leaves and pine needles. Since Halloween, I’ve been picking the flowers off the strawberry plants, letting the roots get stronger. It’s time to leave them on to mature.
This box started years ago, with dark soil and organic plants. Phoenix, my son, took rides in the wheel barrow. And, we both were satisfyingly dirty.
Don’t you love how the most imperfect berries have the sweetest flavor?