Hi people!

My godmother’s the one who started it.

After swimming in her pool we’d sneak into her garden with a basket and pick her alpine strawberries. After a few years of doing this Mom decided that we must get an alpine strawberry plant so she looked online and found a place where they sold plants: the price was thirteen dollars for one plant. (How outrageous!)

Then she searched for alpine strawberry seeds. What ended up happening was that Dad paid thirty dollars for some seeds so small that if there were one on your hand you wouldn’t see it. From those seeds we eventually got about 50 plants. It took about three months for them to grow about half of an inch! And during that time Dad was fretting like no man had before (I think?).

After about forever Mom moved the plants into her garden where they flourished.  After a year HaHa (short for Holly), who is my aunt, had her great idea.

HaHa’s great idea was to bring the whipped cream to the strawberries. So I brought Pop Pop, my grandfather, to the garden while Haha made whipped cream and Mom and Dad picked the strawberries. HaHa filled a bowl with fresh-made whipped cream and brought spoons and bowls to the garden. I think we picked about a hundred little strawberries!

I personally put whipped cream on a spoon and placed strawberries on that. And guess what! We’re going to do it again tonight! Only with raspberries!

Peace to ya,

 Farm Girl