This is the ugliest little beautiful strawberry in the world. (Sorry for the crappy picture, it was about the size of a nickel and my camera wouldn’t focus, regardless of how many pics I took…)
It’s been 3 years in coming, and there are a LOT more behind it.
Three years ago, I ordered a whole bunch of bare roots of full strawberry plants from a grower/seed company. I planted them in the ground and left ’em alone that year. And waited. While we got stalks and leaves, we had no flowers. But hey, they were pretty! And they took up the space so that the dreaded and evil snow on the mountain couldn’t grow there.
Last year, we waited some more. We had flowers and a few berries, but we went away during berry season and the coneys ate them all. Sigh. To come home from vacation to chewed up berries. Alas, the tragedy….
This year, we’ve got LOTS of berries. And a new fence to keep the coneys out! I expect to get fully two whole servings of strawberry short cake for the whole family, AND a bunch of runners to transplant elsewhere. (also to take the place of the horrible and terrible snow on the mountain…) I started this process last year and have a few plants that took. In particular, I want them to populate the understory of the blackberry patch.
We also had alpine strawberry volunteers. They’re prolific and have taken up a lot of a bed, which is great, because I’d like them to be the understory for that bed!
Edited to add: I see a lot of you are looking at when to transplant the strawberries. I move them when the following things happen: The runners appear! The runners grow roots. BEFORE the roots dig into the dirt. You’ve usually got about a month’s worth of window. For my climate, this is August-September.