Okay, I may have let my excitement get a wee bit out of hand. But when she told me the strawberries were ready, I couldn’t control myself. On a good day, I love strawberries but ever since Army Wife took over the kitchen last summer to make strawberry jam, I’m totally hooked.
We are co-op gardening with friends. The veggie garden has suffered from too much water and not enough sunshine, but we’re still hopeful. The strawberry patch is doing just fine, thank you very much.
And like any other harvest, when it’s time, it’s time. I learned that a few years ago when 12 dozen ears of corn landed in my kitchen. You don’t ask questions. Just clear the schedule and get ready.
This is my haul from Monday’s picking; two and a half hours worth of stooping, bending and reaching. And this is only half of what was picked that night. Yes, I’m sore. That would be an understatement.
But I’m now 34 pints of strawberry jam richer now. I only had to run to the store for more sugar and jars twice. I’m sure Army Wife and The Floridian will share in the benefits, as well as many other relatives and friends come Christmastime.
I’m going back out tonight. Wish me luck.
I think I need more sugar…again.