Wilding Strawberries Blooming

“Wild” Strawberries

The strawberries in our strawberry patches are blooming as are the ones around the cottage.

I found the above plant in a patch out by the north field which is over 1,000′ away. It looks suspiciously like our domestic strawberries and probably didn’t get there via runners. It looks very different than the normal wild strawberries we have around here. I’m thinking some industrious bird planted it there a few years ago from seeds from those in our garden.

I had read in one place that domestic strawberries can’t grow from seeds but this would seem to argue the point. Reading further I find accounts of people growing domestic strawberries from seed so apparently it is possible.

Outdoors: 72°F/43°F Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 66°F/62°F

Daily Spark: There is a sign for a rotary by a train track in Montpelier. The symbol used looks like “Two Men and a Woman with a Ladder”. Very odd.

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7 Responses to Wilding Strawberries Blooming

  1. David Lloyd Sutton says:

    At one time, I had about five hundred square feet in strawberries. I tended those plants like a doting father. I mulched them, and put foil under them to reflect sunlight and discourage pests and mildew, and I hand watered them. They died, one plant after another, over a couple of months. I was bereft, and my son was too. One day I was at a coffee counter and chatting with a fellow who, it turned out, had once managed a huge commercial strawberry operation. (In California that involves heavy bromine and fertilizer use, which is why I was so keen to grow my own.) The man said that Strawberries were a very forgiving crop, “just never put sodium on them.” Murderer that I was, I had been mulching weekly with composted goat bedding, replete with salt and urea from their staling.

    Today I stopped traffic on a major county road as two turkey hens and about twenty ten-inch chicks crossed the road. This being Davis, the people I was delaying gave me thumbs-up when they realize the reason for the halt. The turkeys are taking over the town . . . not just the city council, the birds!!

    • Crimmany! I’m doing something wrong because I simply stuck a few strawberry plants in my compost pile and they’ve taken off like the dickens. We’ve now got many, many hundreds of strawberry plants producing loads of strawberries each year. Apparently I’m not killing them in the right way! :) What I did was level this compost pile which I had made in 2009. It contained dead pigs, dead sheep, butcher scraps, hay, wood chips, etc. Once it went cold I spread it flat to a depth of about 16″ or so and planted the strawberries the following spring (2010). I also planted some asparagus seeds which are also doing great and some raspberries. The lesson here is perhaps if we want to grow great strawberries, asparagus and raspberries, grow them on dead (composted) bodies.

      I’m jealous of you’re spotting the turkey hens and chicks. I’ve seen a few turkeys this year and lots of tracks but no family groups yet.

  2. David Lloyd Sutton says:

    Clarification: I used composting bedding, not completed and inert compost. That was my mistake, I think. I used to leave the composting bedding in place during the colder (ridiculously warmer than Vermont) months, for the benefit of warm goat tummies, and pitchfork it to garden beds in the late spring. So a lot of it was new material. I’m fascinated with your high carbon composting of butchering waste and bodies. Determined to try it when I get back on the land. It makes a lot more sense than burials, in terms of land nutrition and labor.

  3. Nance says:

    I read, and am under the assumption, that wild flowers immigrate and move to where they will prosper. I planted Bleeding Heart one place and it up and moved itself to be near my Bridal Wreath. My native columbine creeps along the garden path to find the perfect mix of sun and shade. Perhaps, the strawberries have crossed the road or moved to the neighbors.

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