Rocks and Strawberries

The raspberries and strawberries are waking up, and they are well on their way to taking over the world.


Just as I hoped they would do, the strawberries have climbed out of the stone edging and planted themselves in the cracks. Hopefully this will mean less weeding, because they strawberries are the weeds.


Over in Gabe’s Garden, I have started adding strawberry runners in between the stones. Hero gave me the idea for this with his strawberry rock pile.

Some friends visited this weekend to dig strawberry runners. They took home three boxes full, and still barely dented the surplus, so I have a lot of spare plants to work with. Our whole lawn may eventually be overrun with strawberries. Strawberry fields forever!



I pondered the matter of including Chris’ bird-bath to Gabe’s Garden, but concluded that in addition to being ugly, it posed a hazard to small children when perched up on its silly cement leg. So I set it up on some rocks, down at kid-level. Looks much better like this, don’t you think?


I must have moved an actual ton of rocks this weekend. My arms feel like I tried to get to Boston by flapping.