This is our garden, the photo was taken on March 12. In the street below -30 degrees Celsius, and we plant strawberries.
Do you like strawberries garden? With pleasure we eat fresh, and jam, and compote, and in general everything that can only be prepared from this berry for the winter. Here and at me the grand daughter, to her of nine years, likes to go with a mug to berry landings.
Then in a glass with a berry put sour cream, that's yogurt. For the granddaughter, I also wrote out the seeds. She lives in the city, but I hope she comes to visit me in the summer. In the children's set seeds of chamomile, mint, purse "Sheep ears", pumpkin "Sweetie", peas "Sugar Flush", corn "Spirit", strawberry "Ali Baba", sunflower "Oreshek".
Come, child, we will grow berries and vegetables with you. You have a watering can. Strawberries are a good berry, but ripen almost simultaneously, but I want to eat berries, so I'm going to plant remontant strawberries, which fructifies the whole summer. Seeds have written out in a year before last from Chelyabinsk, they have appeared very much similar.
First I held them in the fridge, where the vegetables were, and then sowed. They went up as thick as a fur coat. But I was glad in vain. In the autumn, mice entered the house, we do not have cats, poisoning the uninvited guests did not work.
When they wanted a green, they ate not only the shoots of strawberries, but also peppers, and eggplant. Last year I again wrote out seeds and strawberries, and peppers, and eggplant. For some time Vasya's cat and cat Murka stayed with us.
While they lived with us, the mice were not visible (yes, I forgot to say that this happens in the autumn, the mice came to us again). After the departure of the cat and the cat, we still put poison for the mice. It is not visible while pests, I hope, have left somewhere.
Hold your fists for me. Yesterday I dampened the seeds and put them in the fridge, I will grab and sow on March 19. Hopes not only feed the young man, but me. Strawberries I have three varieties: a hybrid "Ali Baba", "Baron Solemaher", a hybrid of "Regina".
Each variety constantly and abundantly fructifies, does not give whiskers, berries are fragrant, have the taste of wild strawberry. I saw forest strawberries once. Long ago, in the 1930s, people were repressed in our region. The village was called Carbino. We, by the way, live in the house that was built in this village, and then the owners moved to the district center, this house was transported too.
When people were allowed to leave for their native land, the house became communal. In 15-20 years the former owner of the house came here, visited us, but I was at work, he talked with my mother, she lived with us. So, gradually Carbino emptied. But when the mushroom season came in July-August,
Dad decided to take us to the weekend there. Have arrived. It can be seen that before there was a settlement here. Houses rotted, "crouched," through the roofs, trees sprouted. There are two or three holes in the cast iron.
Some playground, like a small stadium, was not overgrown with trees, but only a strawberry from the grass looks, bright-bright, like blood. Even surprisingly, in everything it is clear that people are here, but they do not pick berries. Nor did we.
Today we have for tea jam from large-fruited strawberries "Festival". My friends ask me how I manage to cook jam so that each berry retains its shape. Very simple. In the evening, harvest is collected, berries are washed and covered with sugar.
In the morning they cook jam in their own juice, water - not a drop. It turns out delicious and beautiful, boil enough 15-20 minutes. My friend loves strawberries to pour, sprinkle with sugar, stir, spread out on containers and put into a freezer.
Too very tasty.