Last year, I bought a packet of strawberry seeds. The seeds were aimed at kids and had no details other than that they were strawberries and some basic planting guidelines. I planted them and waited. They grew, got bigger but we just had leaves. I moved them in to pots on my patio last autumn but still no strawberries could be seen.
They were forgotten about over the winter and left outside. When I came to look at them again back in March, I removed lots of dead, brown leaves and thought they looked ok. They weren’t brilliant but still alive so I repositioned them and pretty much left them to it again.
A few weeks ago, C got very excited when she noticed something red in one of the pots. It was indeed a strawberry. What we hadn’t realised when we’d planted them was that they’re alpine strawberries, tiny little ones!
C now has to make sure she checks the strawberry pots regularly now and nobody else ever gets to try one. I took the photo yesterday after I went on a mini harvest when C was in bed and I finally got to eat one. The wait was worth it though; they’re delicious!