Thursday, June 3, 2010
I went to pick one, just to try it, anticipating the sweet taste of my very first home grown strawberry.
I stopped myself though. There were only about 10 berries that looked almost ripe.
"Tomorrow," I thought, "tomorrow they will be perfect. Tomorrow, I will have them on my yogurt for breakfast. I will eat every single one myself."
This morning I was talking to my mother on the phone as I walked out to the garden to pick my breakfast.
She got an earful.
#$*$^@%$ #%^$!* $*#%^%&@%&% &*)(#%!$!$.
There was NOT ONE D@MN STRAWBERRY OUT THERE. Some animal had the same idea as myself, letting those berries ripen to perfection and then eating them. I bet that darn squirrel was watching me yesterday, and noticed that he better get a move on or else I was going to beat him at his game this year.
Seriously, do these varmints not know that I once spent a day cooking in a kitchen with 2 squirrel bodies in a large bowl next to me? I have photographic proof of that even. Do I have to make laminated copies to post around the garden?
I'm so done with Strawberries. I almost ripped them out today but figured maybe someone else would want them. Any takers?
They are all yours.