I have this funny little dream–of walking out into the yard, on a cool summer’s evening…
with a pretty little china saucer in my hand…
and picking fresh strawberries, right there, from my own little patch and sitting on the porch, in a swing–eating them with real cream and just a pinch of sugar.
So we planted a few, and they grew into a few more…and each year
we add a few more, in the hopes that someday…
my silly dream will finally come true. I even have the china saucer…and the cream.
But we have one problem.
Anybody know a sure fire way to keep the robins out of my strawberry patch–that does not involve letting Bird-slayer Beanie out?