The natural world. Forever amazing and inspirational. For us, at this time of year, a trough of our strawberry plants is hardly a thing of beauty, though like all real beauty the truth is never just skin deep. At the moment the silent joy is in a few green leaves, protected by their waxy cuticle layer. The plants are keeping themselves tucked up under a blanket of last season's dead leaves; the ones that worked hard photosynthesising to ensure the plant grew, fruited and gave berries of paradise. They do need tidying up; but not at this moment. At this moment this crispy brown veil is a blanket, a home and a refuge for tiny insects hibernating and microbial life; life that we don't fully understand and that we can't even see with the naked eye. It is often when our world's in winter's embrace that we take stock and think of what's to come. With some tender care, judicious pruning, and a little liquid fertiliser from reconstituted organic chicken manure pellets, these now quiet strawberry plants will soon start shouting and give us an abundance of fat red berries... only about five months to wait! Of course, the flowers will come first, then bees, butterlies and insects will pay a visit... or two... or three. They'll leave some magic dust, and then fruit will start growing... and swelling... and ripening. I look forward to the days of strawberries, and now know our summer is not too distant... bringing the bliss of heated rays of sunshine... and seemingly endless watering! But first... now... at this very moment.. we are in winter's embrace. A Guernsey Gardener in London, Day 22
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Izzy
10/1/2020 04:55:27 pm
I loved reading this blog because it chimed so beautifully with my thoughts over the past couple of days. One of my allotment pals was asking me yesterday about when to start sorting out the strawberry bed and I had to confess that I did not know. Now I know to leave the strawberries for now and also that I can reconstitute some dried chicken poo to feed them with! On a more serious note as I was raking over some beds under the bright winter's sun this morning I got just a frisson of anticipation that spring is well and truly on its way... and that feels such a relief to this seasonally affective disordered gardener.
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Paul S Savident
10/1/2020 05:15:38 pm
Thank you so much Izzy. 😊 We'll be sorting our strawbs around the same time we plant our spuds - mid March. And I am so with you on that frisson... though I think we'll likely get a little bit of brrr in a few weeks too... just to keep all of us gardeners in check! 😊
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Annawilliams
10/1/2020 05:14:30 pm
That was a magical piece of writing Paul.
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Paul S Savident
10/1/2020 05:36:39 pm
Oh Anna, I'm so glad you liked this post. I had an idea in my head though it wasn't until I saw these quiet strawberries that it all gelled. I too hope for that book one day. 🤞 😊
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Anna Kozlowski
10/1/2020 05:40:28 pm
Waiting with you🐝🌱😍
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Paul S Savident
10/1/2020 05:55:36 pm
🤗😊🤗
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jane kelly
12/1/2020 11:04:56 am
This has calmed me no end. I've noticed over the last week that people have been out 'tidying' their gardens and whereas one part of me is thinking I should be following suit, another part wants to yell out to them 'NOOOO - LEAVE IT ALONE - NATURE KNOWS BEST!' (forgive the capitals but they do serve a purpose here ...) I'm on the very outer edges of the frisson, having slowly awoken from deep hibernation, but it'll come - it always does. Thank you for reminding me x
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Paul S Savident
12/1/2020 03:55:24 pm
So glad to have calmed you Jane. Sometimes we need to just let things be, and enjoy those times. And enjoy your awakening... we all need that hibernation every now and again. 😊
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