Last year, despairing of my overgrown strawberry patch and my rickety knees, we invested in some raised beds. It was cheaper to purchase ready-made kits than to source the wood ourselves. By the time we had added a liner and a delivery of topsoil the cost had mounted quite a bit. "How much do strawberries cost in the supermarket?" Himself wanted to know. How cross it made me - not the right attitude at all! When he can pick our own fruit without having to bend and scrabble about at ground level I'm hoping he will be more appreciative. I've been outside in the teeth of a gale and see that the strawberry plants are flowering. All we need now is some decent weather so that the fruit will set. We need plenty of sunshine for it to sweeten and ripen.
Meanwhile I'm skulking in the warmth of the kitchen. I'm dreaming of sunnier days and have made a fatless sponge filled with whipped cream and sliced strawberries. The fruit and cream were bought in Aldi but the eggs are from the farm down the road and the egg yolks make the cake a wonderful golden colour. The eggs are better than any that I can buy from a supermarket.
Come on weather, buck up!