Dirt under my fingernails, smeared onto my apron, deposited on my camera’s shutter button…
I transplanted the strawberry plants today. I got them, oh, about a month ago. I had put them temporarily in a plastic Chinese food container while I searched for a strawberry pot.
I found a pot pretty quickly, but then I chickened-out on the planting.
I’ve never planted a single fruit or vegetable in my life. I planted flower seeds once about sixteen years ago, but they never came up. It was a lot of wasted effort and a big disappointment.
A gardener, I am not.
But I am so excited for strawberry season to start, and I want to be a part of it. So strawberry plants, it is.
I know that I can’t expect to get much of a harvest from a pile of plants in a plastic container with no dirt, so I put on my big girl panties today and got to work transplanting.
I’m feeling optimistic about these plants. If they could sprout a blossom while waiting patiently for me to pot them, then how much better will they thrive now that they are safely in the soil?
Grow, little strawberry, grow!