Yesterday's picking |
Our large harvest has shocked me, to be honest. The last few years,
our yields have been dwindling, and last year’s crop was so pathetic we had
exactly ½ quart to freeze for winter eating. So this spring, as harvest time approached, my expectations were modest.
But I believe several factors come into play for this year’s berry success.
First, these berries are from the new crowns I planted in late winter of 2020—and the first harvest is always the healthiest, with the largest berries. I follow the recommendations to remove the blossoms from new starts the first summer, to give the plants a chance to build their root system.
Glossy, plump berries! |
I also rotated the beds. This is more important than I
realized.
For years, after pulling out spent strawberry plants (which
need to be replaced every 3-5 years), I would just replant the new starts into
already existing strawberry beds. But a couple of years ago, I noticed
withering plants that were just a couple of years old. Even first-year plants
were struggling, and seemed to be afflicted with what looked to be viruses or
fungus.
So I planted the new crowns into beds that hadn’t contained
strawberries for 3 or 4 years. My current plants look vigorous, with no signs
of disease.
Additionally, I focus on building and feeding the soil. Each
fall, I top-dress my planting beds with leaves and compost. The size of these
berries tell me I’m on the right track!
Mother Nature has been cooperative too. Our spring was a little
on the drier side, but rainfall throughout the season has been frequent.
But here’s something else I can’t take credit for: this
year’s crop is not getting hit by any serious predation. Which really surprises
me, given the fact I just sort of schlepped the nets over the fencing. Because
true confessions: the predators had been pretty much winning so I figured, why bother?
In past years, we’ve battled birds, mice, voles, chipmunks
and even rats to get any kind of harvest. These days, seeing so many gorgeous, un-mutilated berries, I will give the credit to
two of our neighbors. Even though our garden is some distance away from both—several
hundred yards or so, with lots of woods between our properties—one neighbor has a cat that occasionally patrols our place.
It seems to be taking care of our rodent problem!
The other neighbor has put out a bird feeder. I think the
neighborhood birds (also squirrels) are feasting at their place instead of
here—since they don’t have to worry about trying to get through a maze of poultry
wire and netting to have a snack.
I won’t count on this kind of harvest every year, or being
so casual with my netting. But for now, John and I will revel in every
beautiful berry!
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