8.11.2019

Jultember: speaking of strawberries...

so... what does one do after being run out of the park by a swarm of insects?

that was the question we kept asking ourselves (once we caught our collective breath from laughing like lunatics at said predicament). the rain was subsiding, but we were not going to risk visiting another park just yet.

so we drove to the opposite end of town, and spent a bit of time walking through Marché Jean-Talon. we went in with the intent of getting some corn to cook on the grill for that evening's meal. naturally, we could not pass up the many containers of locally-sourced strawberries calling to us from just about every produce seller's booth.

sane people would have probably stopped at a pint or two, but we reject being categorized as such, so we got a whole flat.

him: don't we have an unopened jar of Nutella at home?
me:  we do indeed.

what could possibly go wrong?


when did this become a thing...


the pack of post-it notes shaped like a Nutella jar? they really do not need to bribe me with trinkets to get my money. i was already hooked at 'chocolate in a jar'.


i take special delight in popping the seal. the therapists out there will probably have something to say about said fact.


what more could anyone possibly want out of life?


seriously... that first dip is magical. talk amongst yourself for a bit. i have more pressing things to see to at the moment.


speaking of strawberries...

i decided to keep the trough of strawberries indoors when the other plants were returned to the balcony. these plants have been a source of extreme frustration, as they seem to be the squirrel's favorite target for spiteful destruction.


this was my first time growing strawberries, and i was genuinely surprised at how well they progressed from the two small plants i began with just a couple months ago.


we wrapped the whole thing in chicken wire in hopes of thwarting the squirrel, but he still managed to nibble the fruit-producing bits off of the plants.


i did not want to put the trough back outside to continue to be frustrated by more of the same, so it will remain indoors for the rest of the season. naturally, this means that the chicken wire is no longer necessary.


hello, future strawberries.


i have been using a feather (dropped from a goose at a park) to brush the flowers every day. hopefully that will be enough to facilitate any necessary pollination. if that does not work, i will have to convince George the Bumblebee to spend a bit of time indoors when he is on his daily rounds.


now we wait.


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