Saturday April 14th 2012 Tim
here dictates that a first ripe Strawberry must be divided equally and
then shared between people Usually there is oohing and ahhing and
great praise for the stubbornness of a perennial crop that in the end
consumes more time, takes up more space, causes more anxiety, rage and
debate, than some of us reckon is worth it.
This year there is a conundrum, because not only are
there two first ripe Strawberry, but one of them is larger than the other.
My first instinct, was to leave one for the Mockingbird to share with the
Garden Mouse. But there is that old saying, "The Big Strawberry goes
to the greediest."