I finally got back into the garden where we had the yellow jacket "incident" and was ripping out weeds. In the midst of my weed-ripping, I took a good, hard look at the strawberry bed and decided that since there were more strawberries OUTside of the bed that I would just rip them all out and transplant them someplace else. Of course, it wasn't as easy as I thought. I kept finding more strawberry plants and what I thought would take just a little bit ended up taking two hours....then Paul and Rhiannon brought me a tea. An iced tea. Because it was 85 degrees out. So I quit weeding for the day.
There is a big plastic tote filled with the plants as well as a smaller tub. Except now I'm not quite sure when to plant them. Heck, I don't even have the slightest idea where I'm going to plant them. Do I plant them now or do I somehow overwinter them in a bucket of sand or something and then plant them in the spring? I guess I have some internet research to do.
Paul made the mistake of suggesting that we plant them in elevated boxes and I thought that was a great idea....except we don't have any elevated boxes. Which means we (we, meaning Paul) would have to build them. And there's already a ton of things on the To Do list. Mom gave me a garbage bag filled with asparagus plants that I still have to find a place for and the four mulberry trees that I managed to bring back from the dead still need holes dug and planted. The jalapeno peppers need to be picked (although not by me; I refuse to even touch those intestinal demons), the tomato jungle is still putting out green tomatoes (future green tomato & onion relish) and the herb garden needs to be weeded & whacked back, I need to pick the last of the basil and dry it and have to harvest the dried okra pods for seed.
I thought that gardening season was over, but it seems that it's just begun.