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Monday<\/em><\/p>\n

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Tuesday<\/em><\/p>\n

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Wednesday<\/em><\/p>\n

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Thursday<\/em><\/p>\n

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Friday<\/em><\/p>\n

This spring, we’ve had the most strawberries we’ve ever had. It’s both a blessing and a curse; there’s a strange, sick game of keep-it-up with the berries that feels a lot like trying to do magic with a broken wand (Ron Weasley reference? Anyone?)<\/em>. Every day I find berries that have tucked themselves down into the dark damp centers of the plants, beneath the straw. Berries that I had just the day before lifted and placed onto nice dry straw.\u00a0How is this happening?!\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Well, they’re growing and shifting constantly, daily, hourly. Those berries that make their way down to the wet soil ruin themselves with mold, slugs, and snails so fast it’s infuriating. For each big handful of berries I salvaged each day, another handful was tossed away into the compost (or the yard, let’s be honest, the yard<\/em>). If I had to do it all over again, I would have planted these strawberry plants along the tops of a high row and covered the earth with burlap right up to the hilt of the plant. But hindsight…<\/p>\n

A couple of weeks ago, a good neighbor friend hung out and chatted with me in our back yard while I worked in the garden and our kiddos played together.\u00a0How do you know how to do all this?\u00a0<\/em>she asked, nodding toward the garden and my filthy hands.\u00a0I have no idea,\u00a0<\/em>I had replied.\u00a0I guess I just grew up doing it?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

And that’s half true. But much of it just comes from\u00a0doing\u00a0<\/em>it. Year after year, figuring it out as I go along. Doing what seems like the right thing to do. I mess up all the time. I miss pests that I should have anticipated. I plant in the wrong places. I find an entire carrot patch growing behind a tomato plant that I did not plant<\/em> (my boys must have dumped a while packet of seeds there!). I make so many mistakes in the garden, it’s hilarious. But I also learn from them. Year after year, I’m figuring it out.<\/p>\n

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