Last spring, I didn’t mention the huge crop of wild strawberries I expected, or include the strawberry flowers in my spring flower collections, because I planned to do a flower-to-fruit-to-table blog post once the fruit was ripe. Back in May at least one quarter of the front yard here at Adirondack Lifestyle headquarters was covered in the white blooms of wild strawberry plants. I followed the progress of the plants closely and when the flowers turned into tiny green berries and those berries developed a pink hue, I thought I’d be harvesting sweet wild strawberries in a few days. You can imagine my dismay the next time I checked on the plants and found not one berry, green or red. The plants had been stripped clean of berries and any sign a berry once grew there.
I blamed the wild turkeys, deer, robins, and naturally the damnable noisy blue jays for the missing wild strawberries.
I was wrong.
Ziggy, the official lifestyle hound, was caught red-pawed at the scene of the crime yesterday morning.
Apparently, he stopped by the strawberry patch on his way to decimate the raspberries.