she finally got the strawberry bed weeded, trimmed, clipped, watered and mulched.
I started cleaning up the strawberries Saturday morning, before it got too hot. There are just three rows of strawberries in my garden, and they're pretty short rows, maybe 20 feet. While my intent was to do all three rows on Saturday, I quit after I'd finished the first.
Strawberry plants send out runners – long stems with little baby strawberry plants on them, much like spider plants. If the baby plant landed and rooted in a good spot, I left it, but I cut back most of the runners and trimmed all of the plants. I replanted some of the baby plants that had pretty good roots.
Oh, and I ate one delicious and very late strawberry. Heh.
I watered the whole bed well, then spread an entire bale of straw over all three rows, then watered all the straw.
My hope is that next spring's weed crop will be greatly minimized while the strawberry crop will be better than this year's.
Gardening strengthens my back, shoulder and leg muscles. And I'm saving money. (Each plant – three dozen – should produce a quart of berries. I spent $15 for some of the original plants [the bulk of them were someone else's clipped runners] and $4.50 for the straw. You do the math.)
Clearing all those weeds and adding a straw mulch is good for the soil. Hard physical labor is good for the soul.