I went for a lovely walk with a friend in Meanwood Park yesterday. Whilst rhododendrons are no longer encouraged, I can see why they were once all the rage.
Suffice to say, I wouldn’t think it wise to plant any myself, considering the miniature jungle which has emerged in the garlic bed by the back door.
The upside to this growth is that the strawberry plants along the wall have been shielded from the blackbirds and, to my surprise, a few of them were ready to eat when I went out in the evening to start clearing away the unwanted vegetation round the garlic.
They weren’t the tastiest strawberries, it has to be said, and I’m wondering if this is because of the virtual sand the plants have been growing in. No matter, they were enjoyed for supper.
So, now we wait for the main crop in the middle of the garden to ripen and in the meantime eat up the ones I dried last summer. We’ve discovered that these taste best when rehydrated.