But On The Bright Side . . .
Here's a shot of the three (count them) three strawberries that managed to survive . . . well . . . ME being their gardener. It wasn't the easiest of tasks to get those plants there, I'll have you know. I mean, I actually had to DIG them up from the patch at the farm, DRIVE them home, DRILL sloppy holes all over the side of an old black plant bucket (OK, that part actually was a little tough), FILL that bucket with dirt and compost, and then PLACE all the strawberry starts in the various holes of the bucket. Then I had to FORGET about watering the strawberries, then wonder WHY most of the plants died and all I got were these three strawberries. But don't get me wrong: I'm actually thrilled to death that I , The Toxic Housewife, Herself , managed to grow three whole strawberries ! And then the birds ate them.