And you probably know that when I think of plants, I think of...
...something like this
or even this
ooooh, or this!
You see, until I discovered the wonders of a vegetable plot, I'd never kept anything green alive for more than a week.
It may have been my aversion to the colour.
Or it might have had something to do with the fact that I have to remember to water them.
You see, we live off the West coast of Scotland. When we plant stuff outside, we don't have to water them very often.
But inside is a different story. I have to remember to water them, and this is the problem.
It's the remembering. That's my difficulty.
So, what on earth was my friend, Dawn, thinking when she gave me thirty Strawberry runners last Monday?
They'd been on sale, she said.
Postage had been free, she said.
Hardly cost anything, she said.
No matter if none survive, she said.
She clearly has a great deal of faith in my green fingers. Or not.
Anyway, I dutifully planted them on Tuesday. It was so cold outside in the 'greenhouse', I took the compost, the tubs and the plants into the Utility room.
And here they are having been planted.
Not looking great, are they?
But today, aren't they looking perkier?
Definitely looking brighter.
So who knows, Dawn. We may be having strawberries and cream on the patio next summer after all.
Well, drop the 'outside on the patio' part.
This aint Virginia. Or Colorado. Or Michigan. Or Pennsylvania.
This isn't even the mainland of Scotland, for crying out loud.
But if we are eating strawberries from these plants next summer (I use the term 'summer' loosely - I simply mean during the months of May to August), I sure will be letting you all know.
In fact, I may call in the local radio station, such will be the amazement!
Watch this space!