A few years back, I was picking wonderful strawberries at our local strawberry farm. I asked what variety they were; I was told, "Honeyoe." I bought some plants and put them in the ground.
I put them in the wrong place. While we had some nice strawberries that year, getting water to them was too difficult to continue. They died out. Actually, we built our cowshed right on top of that spot!
About two years ago now, I was flipping through a garden catalog and saw Honeyoe strawberries again. We got a few last year.
This is this evening's picking. Actually, it's about 4/5 of this evening's picking. Mary has a friend spending a couple of days, and they got a little enthusiastic, picking several berries that weren't at all ripe.
These, though, are red and sweet and....mmmm..... I wish I hadn't recommitted myself to Weight Watchers; they'd be so good on top of some chocolate ice cream!
But they'll be just fine on their own, too. And on waffles at breakfast. And, with the rhubarb also ripe, I predict jam and pie before the weekend is over...