I usually enjoy the winter months but I’ve not been able to say that this year. I don’t know if it’s been the record setting cold, the fact that I’ve not been able to quilt which I’ve cherished in past years, or just the fact that it has lasted so long, but this year I’m more than ready for it to be over.
And today, winter’s icy grip broke.
Because we picked strawberries.
The hubs decided it was time to take the row covers off the 2nd year plants he covered back in January before the first freeze. And what should we find that had survived all the freezing nights . . . but big juicy red ripe STRAWBERRIES.
There weren’t a lot of them, and all we can figure is that they were wind pollinated on some of those days when the covers were moving like ocean waves. But berries they were. And berries we will enjoy on our buckwheat pancakes in the morning. With whipped cream.
And my heart is happy.