THIS is what I saw through my window today in Cornwall. My first strawberry. A strawberry plant I rescued when it was almost dead in a shop after lockdown began. At the time half the staff were apparently off sick with no one available to even water the plants. Row after row of dead and dying plants were sacrificed. Like an unacknowledged symbol early on that we just couldn’t cope with this crushing crisis.
I really thought the 3 beleaguered plants I tried to save that day would just die. But I recall that feeling of not wanting to accept giving up. In fact, they’ve more than survived. Water was all they needed. And sun. And a wee bit of love.
2 months on, and these resilient, now sun kissed little lovelies are radiating the most beautiful hope of juicy and glorious things to come. Telling us not to give in. Welcome to the world little strawberry. You look mightily delicious.
(I’m afraid I will have to eat you tomorrow though. Sorry ?