A year and a half ago, in the Fall of 2008, my strawberry bed was more crabgrass than strawberries. It had served us well for 3 years, but its time had passed. As I spaded the bed, I separated strawberry crowns from wiregrass and stuck them in a 5-gallon bucket of water.
A hundred feet away, I had spread wet newspapers across our rich green lawn and covered them with composted leaves from Boxerwood Gardens -- finely composted, as a friend calls them, "leaf mold." I carried the strawberry crowns over and carefully set 25 or so around the new garden. I figured it was worth a shot. What did I have to lose? If I ordered new plants, they'd start out the same way. Here's what the bed looked like this spring.
"Rassling up some mozzarella," I say.
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